The Breaking of Cassie, a brilliantly dramatic new novel by Lorimer White, is a study in violent contrasts. As such, it is completely in tune with the most profound philosophical thinking of our time.
Any number of examples could be chosen to demonstrate this. Here is just one: .. America is the first country ever founded by people who were confident that they were saints, who attempted to re-create a pre-Fall Eden, who saw themselves as exempt from the sins of history." These are the words of Francine du Plessix Gray, a staff writer for The New Yorker and the author of Divine Disobedience: Profiles in Catholic Radicalism and Hawaii: The Sugar-Coated Fortress.
After making this brilliant point, which obviously is worth considerable thought, Ms. Gray shows how it leads to inevitable conflicts, as follows: "In its origins our myth of Eden was as necessary as it was beautiful. It was the only solace of men undergoing the rude process of implantation in the wilderness, a people small in number, beset by dangers, and in constant terror. Their ecstatic infatuation with rebirth led them to believe that Americans were the 'sifted grain' chosen by God to make His work perfect and that an American Adam could thrive free from the sins of the historical Adam. As the colonists founded their first towns, calling them New Haven, New Canaan, New Bedford, their preachers nourished them with visions of America as the new Paradise, the Eden unsullied by the depravity of old Europe. In the words of the Boston Puritan John Cotton, our first settlers had been reoffered 'the grand charter given to Adam and his posterity in Paradise.' Some have called this wishful erasure of historic time, this obsession with a restored innocence, our doctrine of exceptionalism.
"Our myth of Adamic innocence forges that streak of optimism and self-idolatry that is at one pole of the American conscience. It is the watchdog of our national pride, ever ready to spring, at moments of crisis such as Vietnam, at critics who perceive the sins of the Edenic community. But it is contradicted by an equally fundamental trait-the pessimism that flows from our founders' somber Calvinistic view of man. This perfect society, elected by God to redeem the world, is to be built by men who are so debased by original sin as to be hopelessly imperfectible ... Depraved man versus perfect community. How can the debased creature build 'the city on the hill'? The town fathers of seventeenth-century Salem gave us the first answer: the violence of purification. To create the innocence of the new Eden, the new Adam must clear the land of the infidel as brutally as he clears his mind of history.
"If we tend to overlook the ambivalence of innocence and violence in the American character, it is because we forget that we are as millenialist as we are Utopian. Utopians are traditionally rational, optimistic, and pacifist; they hold that man's ills will be cured by the establishment of fastidiously planned societies. Millenialists, on the other hand, are irrational and apocalyptic; they see themselves as divinely ordained elites set above the rest of mankind to save the world; if they often resort to violence, it is because purgative upheavals tend to concur with a search for the impossible purity of an earthly kingdom."
Which brings us to the contradictions in the character of Cassie Kimball, the novel you are about to read, and to the conflicting forces in society which form the basis of its plot. Cassie is very rich and perhaps too beautiful. She has inherited, among other things, an airline, over which she wields complete and firm control. She is sure of herself and sure of her world. It is a world containing many problems, and we first meet Cassie as she is solving some of those problems, swiftly and unerringly. But very soon Cassie's normal world is shattered when she is caught in the crash of one of her own planes and thrust into a world that is shockingly different, primitive, and even savage compared to the one she has always known.
This new world is a remote valley, hidden from civilization and ruled by an absolute tyrant who sees himself as a new Adam and has even adopted the name for his own. He is the unquestioned leader of a religious cult who believe that life should be a continuous celebration of sex. Like our forefathers as described by Ms. Gray, they are both innocent and violent, millenialist as well as Utopian. Their overwhelming desire is to reject the old society and form a new one that is thoroughly rational and free from what they view as sin. But Cassie, with her traditional biases and prejudices, can see nothing but sin in everything they do. What is worse is that she and the two other airline people who crashed with her are the victims of that sin-and the life they are forced to lead under Adam's rule is utterly intolerable to her.
These are violent conflicts indeed, and the violence inevitably increases. Cassie knows she must escape, but escape seems impossible. The story is packed with action and suspense, and in its course Cassie is subjected to shocking sexual degradation which is an inherent part of the plot. How it is resolved will be left for Mr. White to work out and the reader to discover.
The intelligent reader, we are sure, will find many extra rewards, and emerge with a better understanding of our country as it is today.
-The Publishers Chatsworth, Cal. December, 1972
CHAPTER ONE
She sat quietly in the big jet, wishing that it would set down and let her get off. This was home, the main reconstruction center for Consolidated Airways of America, and there should not be any need for stacking. But, they had been circling the field for some time now. Cassie Kimball decided that she would let the pilots handle the plane and think of the comfort and rest she could secure once she was on the ground and settled into her little cottage. The traffic problems at Consola, the home base, could be solved by buying more land, perhaps. If that was what it took, she would authorize the purchase of more land. Cassie owned Consolidated. She liked planes and she liked the semiannual reports that she was shown from time to time. The company was doing great business.
She felt the jet move into its landing pattern. She was already buckled into her seat and she gazed around her at the passengers. They were all Consolidated people on their way to a vacation at the plush R & R center below them. She glanced out of the window as the jet laid over into a turn and she could see the huge installations, a Vegaslike city, rising up out of desert land, a multimillion dollar Baghdad for the weary who came there to rest. She knew that most of the airlines had such reconstruction centers where they sent their tired pilots, their tired planes, and it all seemed to work quite well for everybody.
The plane touched down and she automatically felt a tendency to congratulate the pilot. He did a good job of putting it down. Maybe he knew that Mama Big Wheel was aboard. She had tried to keep her arrival secret. After all, it was no one's business that she was going to visit the gigantic terminal. She wished, too, that she had not had to come.
Bernie Potter had been very kind, very considerate on the phone when he suggested that she visit the base. "The medics say that Tom Drake has had it. They want to set him down. Permanently. He's logged too many miles, he's clawed his way through too many storms, he's finished his run."
"Oh, Bernie," she said, "knock it off. You know I am very fond of Tom. He's one of the old guard, Daddy's old friend. But, what must be, must be. So, that's that."
"You tell him," Bernie said. "I haven't got the heart. The docs say he has got incipient glaucoma. You know what that means and so do I. You tell him. Please."
"All right, Bernie," she said.
So she was here now and Tom Drake, senior pilot, aging fly guy and all-around good guy had arrived, presumably, too, with another planeload of people arriving for a retread job. She loved Tom Drake. Her father loved Tom Drake, but he was dead and Tom was trying to follow him.
She watched the others file off the plane, then she stood and gathered up her things. Her purse, her bag. She began walking toward the stairway. The pretty stew at the door had a drawn, unhappy look. She glanced at Cassie and her face grew cold and bleak. She was smoking a cigarette, a direct violation of company rules, when the plane was on the ground. Cassie was tempted to say something, then she thought she would just keep still.
"Please hurry, Miss," the stew said. "You should have gotten out with the others. Hurry, please."
Cassie looked at the girl. She was a very pretty blonde with big white teeth and unhappy green eyes.
"What's the rush? Cassie said. "This crate isn't going any place. We've got lots of time now. I like to take my time."
The stew took a deep breath and her boobs popped out a bit. The girl glared at Cassie.
"Just get the hell off of the plane, sister," the girl said. "I have other things to do besides stand here and wait till you make up your mind to move."
Cassie noticed that the girl was trembling. She said nothing. She walked down the stairway and found that the warmth of the day was delightful. The base was a busy place and planes were landing and taking off and she stood for a time, looking at a 707 that was taking off. It gleamed with new paint and polished aluminum and she knew that it had been checked from tail to nose and probably refurbished inside, too. Now it would go back into service and one of its brothers would come home for a rest and face-lifting.
She looked around her, seeking out new buildings that she had not seen before. There were hotels and cottages and a very fine hospital. There were chapels and a schul, a well-equipped city with everything for its residents that thoughtful minds could conceive.
One of Bernie Potter's bird dogs and fetch boys was waiting for her on the ground. There was a little golf cart thing that she rode in and the guy dropped her off in front of one of the bungalows. It was the one that she usually occupied whenever she came to Consola, as the airlines people called it. In a way, she supposed, she was much like the others here. She needed a rest, too.
She had boarded the big jet in L. A., knowing that it and its passengers were going in for repairs and rehab. She felt like she could use a little of that, too.
It was a little after ten in the morning and she wanted a quick shower, some clean clothes and then she would talk with Bernie Potter. She also wanted to have a little talk with the rotten-dispositioned stew who had jumped on her. The girl had problems, and she was letting them show. That was not good.
She closed the door behind her and then looked around the soundproofed bungalow. It was some distance from the runways and there was a restful, calming influence inherent in the decor. There were flowers for her, furnished by Bernie, not because he loved her, but because she had agreed to do a dirty for him. Bernie was always glad to see her whenever she would help him out with an unfortunate termination, an execution. He hated being mean to people. He admitted it. That's probably why he was so good as the general super of Consola.
She went into the bedroom and found that her bags had preceded her. She closed the blinds, drew the drapes, and then began peeling her cruddy clothes from her lily-white body. As usual, the creeping, crawling sensations began in her crotch and she was abruptly ablaze with the insatiable sexual hungers that seethed and squirmed in her loins. This was something new and horrifying, really, she felt. She had never been one for masturbation but in the last year or so her glandular demands had been insatiable. She knew that she could not seek and find sexual relief in the ordinary way. The thought of a man's hands on her person was too revolting to even think about for very long. She had tried to let a man kiss her and handle her breasts but she couldn't even manage that. She thought of seeing a shrink but gave up on that. She knew that she would not be able to tell the guy what her problems were. So, why waste the money?
She hurried into the shower, shivering, quaking as the rigorous throes of massive sexual agitations began their inexorable assault upon her neglected flesh. The urge to linger with soap and washcloth was just too intense and then she stood, shaken, shuddering, as orgasm turned her entire being into pure fire and flame. She was becoming too susceptible to voluptuous sensations and that was just too intolerable for her to endure. There were times when her mind had to function with extreme clarity, times during business meetings when her intellect was needed in its best efforts and her mind would become obsessed with sensuality and sexual fantasies and she would have to excuse herself and go off to the ladies' room and relieve herself.
She sighed and turned the cold water on and she stood until she began to shiver from the cold. Then it was all over and she could begin to select some pretty clothes and get herself made up, ready for her interviews with the people she had come to see. She wished that there was a way to avoid telling Tom Drake that he would not be flying for a while, maybe never again, but she knew that there was no easy way to destroy someone.
She put on a tailored pant suit and then walked over to the administration building. Bernie Potter was waiting for her and he ushered her into his office with a big smile on his face. He practically pushed her into the high backed chair behind his desk. The chair in front of the desk satisfied him for the time being.
"I asked Tom to step in and say hello to you," Bernie Potter said. "He has an idea what you are going to do to him."
She lit one of his cigarettes from the tray on the desk. "It's all right, Bernie," she said. "I'll do what has to be done. You know I will."
He nodded. He was about to say something when his girl opened the door and brought Tom Drake into the office. The pilot's face split into a big grin and he was so glad to see her he could not resist the impulse to reach for her. She wound up in a bear hug and the sting of tears hurt her eyes and there was nothing that she could do to stem the flood of warm wetness that appeared on her cheeks.
He squeezed her and she felt her ribs creaking. He was a big man, a tall man, a dear man, and when he let her go, she stood for a time, smiling up at him, wishing that she could be somewhere else. Anywhere else.
"What are you doing here, honey?" Tom Drake asked.
She went back to the chair behind the desk. She sat back and looked at him, her head tilted to one side. "Don't you know, Tom?" He nodded his big head slowly, judiciously. "Yep," he said. "I guess I can figure it out. Bernie hasn't got the heart to tell me himself, so they bring you out here to give me the bad news."
"I'm so sorry, Tom," she said. "You are not going to fly anymore. You are grounded. Permanently."
"I'm going blind," he said, figuring it all out quickly. "That has to be it."
"We are not sure about anything yet, Tom," Cassie said. "The doctors say that you need rest and treatment and you just may not face any bad news. I do wish you could be content on the ground from now on. You don't have to fly."
He sat in one of the big black chairs, smoking a cigarette, gazing at her with a mixture of great affection and worry in his eyes. She was trying to make it easy for him and he knew it, she suspected. He was not an easy man to fool.
"I'll do what I have to do," he said slowly. "That what you want me to say?"
She nodded. "It may not be much of anything, Tom, but you have to admit that a senior pilot should have perfect vision."
"I've got perfect vision," he said.
She shook her head. "You have perfect vision, but only sometimes. There are too many times when your eyes fog up and you miss too much. If your co-pilot hadn't brought that 747 down in L.A. last week, things could have gotten to be quite sticky. You got any idea what these big jobs cost us, Tom?"
He sat back in his chair and put his cigarette out in the ashtray beside the chair. Cassie noticed that his hands were shaking and she wished that Tom could be hale and hearty as he had always been. She remembered a big handsome man who came to the big house outside of Phoenix and held her in his arms as though she were a tiny doll. He'd bounced her around, tossed her up in the air and handled her like a tiny toy. Now she was grown up and she was repaying his love and affection by grounding him. He told her that he had already been to the eye men on the base and she could easily see the reports. Just ask that mealy-mouthed rat, Bernie Potter.
Bernie Potter sighed. He grinned sadly at Cassie.
"Bernie wants you to get well and so do I. You do just what the doctors tell you to do, and if it works out that you are through in the cockpit, we'll talk about a job on the ground for you. All right?"
Tom Drake stood up. He was a tall man and he made everyone around him know it. He bent down with his palms on the desk and his face was close to hers.
"I'll let you handle it, Cassie," he said. "I know you know what being grounded did to your Dad. He rusted out in a hurry. I don't want to go like that."
She moved so that she could kiss his cheek lightly, chastely. He straightened up and then he said good-bye for now and he went out. Cassie sighed and she smiled at Bernie Potter. He was surprised by Tom Drake's docile acceptance of illness and its consequences, too.
"What else can he do?" Cassie said finally.
Bernie Potter discussed some of the other matters with her, problems that had impelled him to ask her to visit the base. When they were finished with business, it was well after lunchtime and Bernie offered to take her to lunch.
They ate in the sunshine beside the pool that went with Bernie's cottage. Two waiters brought their food and served it, then departed so that they could dine in relative privacy.
She asked Bernie about the snotty young stewardess that she had run into and Bernie didn't know very much that was helpful. He had to check the paperwork for the flight and then he could pull the file on the girl. He said that he would do it right away. Cassie supposed that the plane and all of its passengers were people coming out into Consola for rest and rehab, but Bernie said no.
"That was a regular flight crew," he said. "We wouldn't risk the lives of our people by letting a sick crew bring them in here. That girl is part of a regular flight crew and she certainly should not be surly or impertinent to anyone. Certainly, not to the boss."
"You get the information for me, Bernie," Cassie said. "Then have the girl come and see me. I'd like to talk with her once she knows who I am."
Bernie nodded. He lit a cigarette and looked out at the clear water in the pool. It was plain that he wished he could take the time for a swim. But he could not.
He walked with her when she returned to her cottage and he promised that he would stop by and deliver the girl's folder. Then, after she had had a chance to look at the records, she could ask to have the girl come by for a talk.
"She is almost spectacularly lovely, Bernie," Cassie said. "She has gorgeous long blonde hair, big green eyes, big white teeth and she is very young. A girl like that should not have any serious problems."
"We'll see," Bernie said.
He was talking with her, standing on the tiny porch in front of the cottage when one of his henchmen came looking for him with the golf cart and he went off to his work.
She went inside and asked the operator at the main exchange for her calls. That kept her busy for at least two hours. She became so absorbed in the business matters that she had to deal with on the telephone that she forgot all about her request to see the pretty young stewardess until one of Bernie's messengers rang her bell and left the paperwork on the front table for her.
Surprisingly, she was very much interested in the girl and she went through her folder with exceptional intentness. The girl's name was Carol Burke, she was eighteen, with a brilliant education record behind her. She had telescoped some years in the lower grades and finished high school three years earlier than ordinarily. She had two years of college, the company's minimum requirement, and she had majored in psychology. The rather detailed dossier showed no indication of emotional instability or any other suggestion of nervous agitation. When she was finished with the file, Cassie was convinced that she had learned very little about the girl.
A few minutes later, the stewardess in question rang her doorbell and when Cassie told her to enter, the girl walked in and stood, staring at Cassie with a look of utter astonishment on her face. Cassie was sitting on the living room couch and she waved the girl into a chair.
Carol Burke was wearing lime green hot pants and a halter that matched and when Cassie looked at the exceptional beauty of legs and thighs and svelte hips she was a bit shocked. The girl's breasts were pushing the fabric of her halter to the breaking point. Cassie shook her head to clear it, amazed by her interest in the girl's beauty. That was very much unlike her.
"Mr. Potter asked me to come by and talk with you," the girl said. "I can't imagine why."
"Sit down, Miss Burke," Cassie said. "I own the airline, that's why Bernie Potter asked you to come by. I told him I wanted to talk to you. I do feel that a snotty stew on any flight is something that we can do without. I hoped that you and I could talk and I could find out if there is a reason for your incivility to me and others, too, perhaps."
The girl sat in the big armchair, her legs slanted across the front of the chair, her knees glistening in the sunlight that was in the room. Her big green eyes were too moist and she was close to tears.
"I'm not going to fire you," Cassie said quietly. "I just hoped that we could talk and I could be helpful if you have any real troubles that need help."
The pretty young stew shook her head and tears splashed onto her bare thighs. "I'm sorry I was rude to you," she told Cassie. "I guess I was just tired. I am not usually rude or unkind. And when I do blow it, it has to be you, the owner. That's the way it is for me, lately. Nothing is working right."
Carol Burke began to weep. Cassie watched her for a moment, then got up, fixed a stiff drink for the girl, and handed it to her. When Carol Burke sipped it, her head snapped back and she looked startled.
Cassie smiled at her. "Sip a little of that and then we'll talk. You'd better tell me what's bugging you. Maybe I can help."
Carol Burke shook her head, but she did sip at the drink and then she was all right and she did talk. She had a boyfriend. She was very much in love. The boyfriend wanted to marry her but he insisted that he should try her out sexually first. She just could not do it that way and when she told her boyfriend about the way she felt, he turned cold to her and he said that they had better fold it up and forget it. But, he did leave the door open.
"He said that I could change my mind and call him, but I would be expected to go to bed with him right then and there. That's the way he made it sound. I just can't do that so I had to say I wouldn't and then I lost him."
Cassie sat and listened and she could feel her skin tingling and crawling as it became goose flesh. She could understand so easily. She had faced the same problem often and she was chicken, too. Very chicken.
"Are you here on an R & R?" she asked.
Carol Burke shook her head. "No," she said. "I was supposed to be aboard that flying boxcar that I came in on. They left a few hours ago. I was told to sit tight until the big boss had a chance to talk with me."
Cassie smiled. "I'm sorry if I've upset your schedule, but you simply cannot continue working if you are going to have problems with nerves and take it out on the customers. That simply cannot be."
Carol Burke lit a cigarette that she took from a tray on the coffee table in front of her. She glanced at Cassie and she seemed to be very nervous, a bit in awe of Cassie.
"I've heard about you," she said. "I've read a lot about you too. They say that you own or control about a hundred different corporations that you inherited. The airline is only one of them."
"I suppose that's right," Cassie said. "But, we are not talking about my problems, we are talking about yours. I want you to visit with Doctor Stoddard this afternoon. I'll have Bernie set up the appointment and after you've talked with the doctor, I'll take you back to L. A. with me in the morning and we will take it from there. That's where you live, I believe?"
Carol nodded. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"If Doctor Stoddard thinks you need a rest, you will pack and do what is necessary, then you can return here until you are completely restored to your ordinary good humor. In other words, you will take a little rest for a while. At our expense."
The girl did not argue. She finished the drink that Cassie had fixed for her, then she stood and said good-bye for now and left. She seemed to be somewhat relaxed, Cassie thought.
The afternoon got away from her, somehow. She spent most of it on the telephone and she was delighted when Tom Drake knocked on her door and invited her to have dinner with him. He had to sandwich his invitation in between telephone calls but it got done. Cassie waved at him a bit forlornly when he went off and she was very glad to be rid of the last necessary call.
She showered and then stood dripping on the bright red carpeting in the bathroom, staring at the reflection of her too perfect body in the glass. She could admire the trim pertness of her breasts, their sweetly sculpted perfection, the way they sprang out from her chest without a hint of sag, the nipples pale coral pellets of overexcited flesh. The pale pink rosettes were not too sharply accentuated and when she stood up straight the twin beauties stuck out like the fantastically alluring goodies that they were. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed and she could feel the shifting, squirming sensations deep within her loins and she moved in a way that left her legs parted, the delicately clefted creases quite visible. She kept her crotch free of hair, not because of any unusual sexiness but because she hated hair on her splendid body and so she kept herself scrupulously clean always.
And now she could feel the heavy, ponderous surges of a cresting passion and she used her fingers without thinking and her body shook violently as orgasms began and one triggered another and it was a long time before she could recapture the serenity that her climaxes finally gave her. She looked at the white purity of her thighs and she could see where the juices had trickled down from the erupting fountain and she used a towel to eradicate the heavy rivulets of thick fluids. She sighed and stepped back into the shower again.
She let the water cleanse her, soothe her and then she dressed and fixed her face so that she could look lovely for her dinner date with Tom Drake. She smiled as she realized that she was very deliberately trying to look her best for the aging pilot. And that was sort of foolish because he had known her as an infant and he was at least sixty now. She shrugged and inspected herself minutely in the mirrors. She was quite pleased with the way she looked.
When Tom Drake came by for her she was ready and she was hungry, too. They dined at one of the larger dining rooms. There were several hotels and each had its dining room and pool and saunas. There were bands for dancing and the food was exceptional.
She sat and talked with Tom Drake and she patted the back of his hand as she reminded him that his life was not really coming to an end and if he was so captivated by being in the air, he could always take a flight for a ride. Just let someone else do the actual flying. He smiled at her and his nice eyes liked her but she could see the hint of sadness behind his smile. He was so sure that his life was coming to an end and she knew that that simply was not so. She tried to make him believe that.
"You may still go back to work, Tom," she said. "Bernie says that the medics think they can straighten it all out for you. Give them a chance. They can do wonderful things these days."
"I'm ready," Tom Drake said.
They danced and he was a very good dancer. She had a grand evening with him and when he took her back to her cottage, she could hear the loud noises of parties all around her.
"Now that we are admitting the people from the independent airlines," Tom Drake said, "we are getting in some rather noisy and boisterous people."
She didn't mind the noise. It pleased her to know that people were having a good time at the compound.
"Some of the smaller lines could not afford a place like this," she pointed out. "So, we accept their people as well as our own. Very often we will steal someone away from the little companies. That's how we got Bernie Potter, you know."
He nodded. Then he stood on her front porch while the sounds of much too loud music was all around them. She could sense that he didn't know quite what to do about her so she solved the problem for him by raising up onto her toes so that she could kiss his cheek. She squeezed his hand and said good night and then he went off and she went inside and she realized that she was desperately tired.
She went around the cottage, closing the windows against the loud music that was alive and throbbing in the night.
She got undressed and into bed and then she could not sleep. She dozed and woke and then she dozed again. She sat up, wide awake and she knew, instinctively, that she would not sleep anymore. That worried her because she was leaving the compound the next morning. As usual, she would fly the company's executive jet to L.A. and then the man they sent along would fly it home again. She was going to take Carol Burke back with her so that she could get the girl packed and situated in the compound for a long rest and rehab period. She worried that she might turn surly and ill-mannered if she did not get a good night's sleep, but that only made her more restless, utterly incapable of sleep.
She found her cigarettes in the dark and she realized that the sounds of music and revelry were gone. It was as quiet as a cemetery now. She got up and opened the window at the foot of her bed. She opened the drapes and then she was looking right into the bedroom of the cottage next to hers. A handsome young man and a very pretty little brunette were standing in the well-lighted bedroom and they were embracing.
Cassie had the awful sensation of being right in the room with them because the nearness of the other room and the weird tricks that the night could play made her a party to the lovemaking of the young couple. She watched for a moment and she was shocked when she saw the young girl reach down and grasp the man's visible erection.
"I want to suck you off," the girl said, her voice a whisper. "Connie will be in here in a minute once she gets Fred set up for a little party. I know that she always blows you when she is on your flight, but I like to do it, too. We've got all night, baby. We don't have to knock ourselves out. So, just be a good boy and let mama suck and you will have a grand time."
The girl, obviously excited and aroused, slid down to her knees. Then her fingers were busy with the man's fly, a moment later his splendid organ was exposed and the girl was licking its shining head and using her fingers to manipulate it. She opened her mouth and then she was sliding the huge organ in and out in her mouth while her blood-red nails plucked at the man's balls. The girl twisted her head so that she could look up at the young man and then his hands were grasping the sleek brown head and he was shoving his organ in and out with savage, pistonlike thrusts.
"Suck it, baby," he said, "you gonna get a mouthful of honey right away. You just enjoy, baby."
Then his organ was exploding, swelling the girl's cheeks, and much of the thick white cream spilled from the girl's mouth to trickle down her chin. The girl was swallowing quickly, then she was sucking fiercely and eagerly, trying to force more of the material from the man's loins. Then she slid her mouth off the red, inflamed penis and her fingertips captured the dribbling overflow from her chin. She licked her fingers, obviously tasting nectar, then she stood up and she was smiling as she kissed the handsome young man on the mouth.
Cassie realized that she was shaking violently and she was sure that she was appalled, revolted by what she had seen. It was utterly disgusting.
A tall, slender blonde girl with a nice-looking young man on her arm, entered the bedroom and she looked at the naked penis that the other young man was displaying.
"That fucking Ruthie," the girl said. "She just couldn't wait, she had to suck his cock and take the edge off for everybody. Well, we will certainly punish her for that, won't we, Freddie boy?"
"Sure, Connie," the young man said. "We sure will."
"Let's have us an orgy like the one we had in Omaha last week," Ruthie said.
"Yeah," Ruthie said. "Dan Roberts was with us. Now, there is a real red-hot lover. That guy can pop his nuts all day and all night too, and there isn't anything that he won't do."
"Wally, dear," Connie said to the young man who was standing with his sexual parts exposed, "I want to suck you off, too, but that can wait. I like doing it to you when you are trying to fly. You shake the people up when you come, you know. They think we must have hit an air pocket, but you and I know that it was only because I made you bust your nuts good. Lots of the girls enjoy blowing their pilots, just so that they can get the big charge we get when the guy pops. You'd think a guy would put the ship on automatic or let the co-captain fly it, but no. These bastards want that great big ship in their hands when they come. It's weird. But, I get a big kick out of it, too."
Ruthie began to unbutton her blouse and she was gazing adoringly at the young man who had already partially satisfied her. "Shall we talk," Ruthie said softly, "or shall we have us a party?"
"A party, by all means," Connie said. She began unbuttoning, too. The men grinned at each other and then they began getting out of their clothes.
Cassie was laying on her back on her bed and she could feel the wetness between the lips of her sexual parts and she could enjoy the crawling, wriggling sensations that were alive and seething in her loins. She put her hand down between the sleek hairless thighs and then she was rubbing the flat of her finger deep in the cleft of inflamed flesh. Her hips began a shifting, thrusting motion on their own accord and she used her fingers in an expert and experienced way so that she rubbed the tip of her clitoris as her finger rode deep in the excited crevice and the finger eventually slipped into her tiny, unused hole. She was writhing and shaking with fierce frenzies and she seemed to have learned that she had strong urges toward voyeurism. She wished that she had the type of strength and character it required to simply close her window and draw the drapes closed. She should not invade the privacy of those in the bedroom so near at hand. That was awful and she knew it.
She could look into the other room and see the vast king-size bed and everything in the room. She could hear the merest whisper plainly and she sighed and squirmed as an orgasm of immense intensity shook her, soothed her. She knew, with sickening venality, that she was going to enjoy the sexual frolics that were about to begin nearby. She was certainly going to watch.
CHAPTER TWO
She could feel the jet bucking and yawing in her hands and she wished that Dan Roberts, the company's test pilot would take it. But, he did not. He sat beside her, checking the instrument panel, knowing that the machine was fighting her and tiring her. She would not ask him to help.
"If it throws around too much for you," he said, "put it on automatic for a while. I'd take it, but you are doing as well as I can. Let me talk to ground control and find out what kind of weather we are flying through."
She leaned forward to turn the plane over to its mechanical guidance system and when the gadget took over she could feel the sudden relief in her hands and her arms. She turned around and looked at Carol Burke, the lovely, disturbed stew. She was sound asleep, uncaring about the storm or anything else.
Cassie wondered if Carol had spent the night in orgy, too, like her neighbors. She glanced at Dan Roberts as she felt the heat flooding her cheeks. Just remembering the things that she had watched was enough to make her face scarlet and she worried that Dan Roberts might notice and wonder what was going through her mind.
He was too busy to pay any attention to her and she was glad of that. The plane was sliding through the morning sky like a highly polished needle and they were maintaining top speed but the ship kept bouncing around, buffeted by extra-high winds.
"I think we've been blown off course," Dan Roberts said. "I can't reach anybody. We should be over Vegas about now but I wouldn't want to bet on it."
"What about fuel?" Cassie said.
Dan Roberts shrugged. He was a handsome young man, lean, muscular, one of the company's best test pilots. He was twenty-eight, she knew, and he was quite a man in a bedroom. She had learned a great deal about Dan Roberts by listening to the things that the girls, Connie and Ruthie, had talked about. She glanced at him, and there was something about his crooked grin that made her struggle for air. She turned her head so that she could look out of the small jet's ports. She was suddenly sure that they were not going to have an uneventful flight, after all.
Carol Burke woke and lit a cigarette. She was sitting in one of the forward seats, watching Cassie and Dan as they tried to handle the plane. She did not seem to be alarmed or too much concerned. She had been briefed by the doctor who had interviewed her and it had been decided that she could use some rest and relaxation, not because she was in troublementally or emotionally, but because she did have problems that could best be dealt with while she was resting and enjoying herself.
Cassie knew what the doctor had said and she was glad that Carol was going to do as she was told to do. She just hoped, a bit frantically, that they arrived at their destination safely. The way the plane was being tossed about at the moment, she would not make bets either way.
"We don't dare cut speed any," Dan Roberts said, watching the instrument panel, "but, I don't know where the hell we are or how much longer we can remain airborne. The winds are knocking the hell out of our calculations. A little more of this and we will be in a real mess."
There was something most unusual about the plane's behavior, Cassie knew. She checked the altimeter and saw that they were well above the atmosphere that permitted high winds and rain and storms but the plane was right in the midst of one anyway. Dan Roberts took control of the plane from her and the automatic pilot and she was glad of that. They seemed to settle into a smoother pathway of flight after a time and she began to relax. She tried to forget the details of the orgy that she had witnessed the previous night. Too, she tried to forget the eagerness and interest with which she had observed it all.
She glanced at Don Roberts and saw that he was busy with the plane, too busy to notice her red face. And her face was very red. In spite of her determination to forget what she had seen, the vivid scenes of the night began to run through her mind again and she was aware of a pleasurable sense of enjoyment as she remembered.
The girl, Ruthie, was the aggressive one, getting out of her clothes and exposing pretty young breasts and lush hips and thighs and a thick patch of dark brown curls above her sexual crease. Ruthie was eager for the touch of her boyfriend's hands and she encouraged him to fondle her breasts and bright red nipples and he was glad to do it. Ruthie's fingers helped the young man to get naked and then he stood, a silly grin on his face, his stiff, massive cock standing straight up against his belly. Ruthie's little palm cupped the dangling balls and she began to knead them and tickle them.
Freddie was holding her in his embrace and she let him ease her down onto the bed and then he was mounting her, her little red-tipped fingers were holding his organ, guiding it into her dark red slit. Cassie heard the moan of swift bliss as the big cock slid into the girl and she realized, horrified, that she was using her fingers to excite her own sexual flesh.
Ruthie and Freddie were screwing like a well-adjusted machine and she watched them for a time, then, as orgasm occurred for her, she saw that Freddie was bursting inside of the cute little brunette and she stared at their savage writhings and frenzied vibrations. She was sure that nothing on the face of the earth could offer the ecstasy that Ruthie seemed to enjoy when she and Freddie finished their wild efforts. She wished that such bliss could be found but she was sure that it just could not be. She knew that it could not be for her. Time and experience had shown her that pretty convincingly.
Ruthie and Freddie collapsed and he was lying upon her and her arms were embracing him, holding him, petting him. They were kissing, slowly, sweetly and even after he had burst within the clenching sheath of overstimulated flesh, Freddie was acting like he still liked Ruthie and adored her. That seemed rather surprising.
She turned her head slightly and saw that the blonde, Connie, was naked and she had a nice body. Her breasts were small, like tennis balls, but her lover didn't seem to care. She was smothering his stiff cock with her palm and kissing his mouth while her hand moved up and down against the stiff organ. Connie pushed the young man down onto the bed and then she knelt between his legs and she began kissing and licking the stiffened prong, the dangling balls, and Cassie was utterly appalled when she saw the girl's delicate tongue sliding into the man's asshole. She shivered and she saw that he was shivering too. Then Connie's head moved upward and her mouth captured the head of Wally's cock and then it was erupting and Connie was swallowing his juice, savoring it like a very pretty young gourmet. Cassie shivered again and she decided that she would stop watching the young people so close to her open window. But she was not able to do that.
She watched, her eyes practically burning from strain as Connie encouraged Freddie when he moved his face between her thighs. Connie went on sucking Wally's cock while Freddie began sucking her cunt. Then she saw that Ruthie moved so that she could straddle Wally's handsome young face with her thighs and she could see the thick white cream sliding from Ruthie's well, but Wally's eager mouth accepted her leaking cunt and he began kissing it, licking it, sucking it, and Ruthie was shaking and squirming as he tongued her into many orgasms.
Cassie reacted to what she was seeing in a way that frightened her. She was shaking violently, as though she was possessed by a seizure or a fit, perhaps a convulsion, and then an orgasm began deep within her loins and its exceptional beauty and massive intensity pushed her close to unconsciousness and she lost track of things. She was quite certain that she slept for a while.
The plane bucked and swooped and then plunged and she looked at Dan Roberts, watching his competent hands on the controls. She wondered what would happen to them without power controls. She knew that Dan Roberts could not control the jet without help, and she supposed that no one else could either. She glanced behind her and saw that Carol Burke was awake and alert. She was staring at Dan Roberts with a very predatory gaze and Cassie felt her face getting stiff with embarrassment as she remembered that this was the same Dan Roberts that the girls had described as being so good in bed. She glared at him for a moment and he never knew it.
She slid deeper into her seat and watched the gauges, knowing that something was not right. They had to get straightened out soon or run out of fuel. She wondered if they would all have to eject. She hoped that that would not be necessary. The jet was very expensive, and while she could write it off, she didn't want to lose the plane.
Her mind shifted again and she was remembering the night, the vivid, liquid sounds of lovemaking and she was not sure yet if she had slept or not. She became alert and saw that Freddie was sitting astride Ruthie's belly, his stiff cock sliding between Ruthie's ample breasts. She was holding them together, imprisoning the plunging organ and each time its tip emerged from the cleavage and pushed toward her lips, Ruthie licked its tip, trying to linger as long as she could while doing it. Then Freddie pushed it upward and it was beginning to erupt and Ruthie's eager mouth captured it quickly, eagerly. She devoured its fruits ravenously, and then she was cupping Freddie's buttocks, caressing them as her busy tongue stimulated his engorged cock. She turned her head slightly and watched Connie and Wally as they indulged in a very energetic sixty-nine. Connie's buttocks were facing her and she could see the way the girl's sensitive flesh reacted to the licking, burying tongue and each time Connie's cunt clenched and spilled with violent reaction to Wally's tongue, she could feel reaction in her own body and that frightened her for a time, and then she was not able to concentrate upon fears or anything else, only the swift, clenching spasms of sensitive flesh too long denied, perhaps. She watched as Connie and Ruthie got screwed by Freddie and Wally and then she was utterly astounded when the girls mounted each other and began a sixty-nine that they obviously enjoyed with each other.
There seemed to be some sort of tacit agreement between all of them, because Connie would be on top of Ruthie for a while and then Freddie or Wally, whichever happened to be ready at the moment, would climb on top of the girl whose bottom was upthrust and she would get soundly fucked. A bit later, the other girl would be on top and the process went on for hours and hours and Cassie had to admit to herself that she enjoyed watching. That meant that she was very strongly voyeuristic and that bothered her for a long time, but then the demands of her own body took over and she finally fell asleep.
When she woke in the morning she looked into the other bedroom to see if the guys had slept over but there did not seem to be anyone other than the two girls in the big bed." Cassie sighed and got up. She packed and showered and talked with Bernie Potter at breakfast. He had arranged for Dan Roberts to go back to L.A. with her and she would take Carol Burke along, too. The pretty young stewardess had been told what to do and she would pack some things and return to Consola.
"We'll take good care of her," Bernie had promised. "She is a fine young girl. She just needs a little rest and some fun."
Sourly, mindful of her own needs, Cassie said, "You do that, Bernie. You just do that."
She felt the plane levelling out and then it was moving through the sky smoothly, effortlessly. She unbuckled her seat belt and stood up. Carol gave her a crooked smile as she stood up, too. Dan Roberts seemed to be very much relieved and happier about things in general as he glanced at them.
"There's coffee and sandwiches," he said. "Maybe we could try some of that for a change. We have had us a bad time."
Cassie nodded. She could feel stiffness in her legs and her thighs and as she walked between the seats in the little jet, she felt weak in the knees, tired, really. She wondered if lack of sleep could produce a reaction of that sort in her.
Carol was almost indecently lovely, she thought. She stared at the superb superstructure the young girl was concealing with a bright red cardigan that seemed to be straining its buttons. Carol's big green eyes had a serene, contented look in them and it was obvious that she had some interest in the handsome young man flying the plane.
Dan Roberts was not at all interested in Carol Burke, it seemed. He took a sandwich and some coffee when Cassie handed it to him and then he turned the plane over to mechanical control for a while. He was very much concerned about their position and he suggested to Cassie that she see if she could get a fix from a ground station. He was afraid that they were far off course.
"With all the sophisticated gear we have aboard here," Cassie said, "how could we get that far off course?"
Dan Roberts sat in his seat and he was looking at her and something in his soft brown eyes made her nervous, uncomfortable. He had a crew cut and that made him seem impossibly young and reckless-looking. She knew that many pilots who flew space area equipment or high flying jets kept their hair in the crew cut style because it made donning the helmets they had to use much simpler, easier. Still, she decided that she liked the way Dan Roberts looked with his short hair.
"We have been flying over mountains that are honeycombed with iron mines, copper mines, and sometimes, depending on heat, humidity and certain other physical characteristics, and the meteorology involved at the particular location, all compass readings can be distorted. The gyro compasses can be fouled up, too, and I think that is what happened to us. So, I would feel lots better if you could raise us somebody on the ground."
Cassie nodded. She began working with the radio, trying to get a response from the ground but she was not able to do it.
Carol Burke was sitting close to Dan Roberts, watching him, practically adoring him and Cassie was tempted to tell the girl to get into her seat and fasten her belt. But she did not do it.
"We could drop down and take a look," Cassie said.
Dan Roberts shook his head. "It's foggy as hell outside. We wouldn't be able to see anything but we could get smacked right in the puss with a mountain. That would sort of clear things up for us in a hurry. I'd like to avoid that."
"Me too," Cassie said glumly.
Then the plane began to shake itself apart and Dan told Carol to get into her seat and fasten the belt. She obeyed him quickly and he began fighting the controls, trying to get the aircraft under control.
"It looks like we have got us some problems," he said. "For some reason that I can't figure out right this minute, we have got a really bad flutter in the tail section. I will have to cut speed and see if we can hold together until I find us a spot to set down."
Cassie made a funny face at him. She held up her hands, her fingers on each hand crossed. He grinned. She could feel the flutter or vibration easing as Dan cut the jet's speed. The gauges showed that he was going downstairs and she could not resist the urge to look out of the windows at the clouds and fog outside.
There was a distinct change in the whistling sound of the engines outside and she was suddenly frightened. She was sure that she would not take the jet down if she was flying it but she would not know what to do about the flutter or the heavy vibration that had threatened to tear the plane apart. She decided, watching him handle the plane, that Dan Roberts knew just what to do and how to do it. Carol Burke got out of her seat and she moved up so that she could talk with Cassie and Dan Roberts, too, presumably.
They were losing altitude rapidly and Cassie was very much relieved when she was able to see the thick jungle that was below. They were beneath the fog strata and the plane was moving along, practically gliding. She glanced at Dan Roberts and she could see that he was a bit alarmed.
"We have run out of fuel," he said. "Maybe we broke a seam in the tanks or something. She is quitting us and that means we have got to sit down someplace. See if you can find us a nice clear spot. But, you'd better hurry. Baby, here, is dropping us into the woods in one hell of a hurry."
Cassie began examining the terrain below as best she could and Carol Burke was looking out of the ports on the other side. Cassie could not see a break in the heavy junglelike growths below them. Dan Roberts twisted in his seat to give them a crooked grin.
"Get into your seats and buckle up tight and I will see if I can put this thing on the ground. It is going to be a bit hairy so you had better use the pillows under the seats to cover your heads and then hold on. We are losing air speed so we shouldn't make too much of a splash when we hit. Hang on, girls."
It became very still in the aircraft after that. Dan Roberts kept the jet aloft as long as he could. He was searching for a clearing of some sort but there were none. They drifted over the crest of a mountain and began falling into a deep, basinlike valley far below them.
Cassie was gazing out of her window and she was sure that she could see a clearing down there somewhere. Shementioned it but no one seemed to hear her.
It seemed to her that they were brushing tree tops for a long time and she could hear the crackling sounds of tree limbs breaking. Then the aircraft twisted and jolted and she felt a rising tide of darkness welling up inside her head; it was swallowing her and she knew that Dan had not made a decent landing and they were all going to wake up dead.
She woke up to feel Dan Robert's hands on her body and that outraged her. She was laying on the ground and she could hear the crackling, tinkling sounds of the plane's settling among trees and bushes. She sat up straight and glared at Dan Roberts.
"Take your damned hands off me," she said.
"All right," he said. "I was just checking you for broken bones."
"There aren't any bones in my breasts," she said. He had been handling them, fondling them when she woke up.
"A man is entitled to a bonus now and then," Dan Roberts said.
He was looking at her breasts and she realized that they were completely bared, the fabric of her bra and blouse in tatters on her lap. She covered her breasts with her hands and it annoyed her when he smiled at her. He stood up and then he gave her his hand but she refused it. He shrugged and took his shirt off. She took it from him and when she had covered her nakedness she let him help her up onto her feet. She saw Carol then. She was laying on the ground and even as they stared at her, the pretty young blonde began stirring. Dan went to help her and when he lit a cigarette and gave it to the blonde, she took it, sucked some smoke into her lungs and then she was suddenly very much all right. She stood, with Dan's help, and gazed around her. "I guess we were lucky," she said. "We could have all been killed."
Cassie said, "We could have made it to L. A. and landed there, too, you know. Now, God knows where we are or how long we will be in these woods." She shuddered at the thought.
Dan Roberts looked at her. He seemed to be about to say something unkind to her. He smiled and glanced at her superstructure pushing against the thin fabric of his shirt.
"You've got beautiful tits," he said. "Really spectacular."
Cassie glared at him. "I don't want to hear any more of that kind of talk," she said. "We may be in a jungle but you don't have to go native quite so soon. What is the condition of our plane?"
"Junk," Dan said. "I will see what I can salvage from it, but you gals stay far away. It may blow up and then again, it may not. We'll just have to see."
He walked away from them and Cassie thought he looked healthy and muscular without his shirt. There was something reassuring about his heavily muscled shoulders and biceps. He looked like a weightlifter and that was something to think about. She could let her imagination run wild and imagine him battling a whole army of spear-carrying natives and then she saw him as a nice-looking guy who was very worried about things. She glanced at her wrist watch and saw that it was a little after ten in the morning. She stared at the face of her watch, seeing the second hand make its sweep, so she could be sure that it had not been broken in the crash.
Her watch was perfectly all right. She looked around her at the dripping trees and vegetation and a sudden sense of panic almost overwhelmed her. It was warm and moist in the valley they were in and there were pathways of a sort beneath some of the trees. When she began to move she winced as pain lanced through her legs and her arms, and she shivered, but began walking around the small clearing they were in, trying to get some life and circulation into her limbs. Carol gave her a crooked little smile and she began moving about, too.
The cute little blonde stewardess was not entirely clothed, either. The crash and the way their persons had been tossed about seemed to have done awful things to their clothing. Carol's thighs were bare and her slacks were shorts now. Too, the bra that she wore was exposed and most of her bosom, too. She noticed, a bit nervously, that Carol's beautiful superstructure was nearly visible and she worried about Dan Roberts. She kept remembering the things that Connie and her friend, Ruthie, had said about Dan Roberts. The comment that he had made about her beautiful breasts still echoed in her mind and thrilled her and appalled her, too.
She found a place to sit down on a log that had somehow remained dry. When Carol sat down beside her, she offered the girl a cigarette and they lit up.
The wings had sheared off the plane and the tail section had broken off and the fuselage looked like a big stovepipe that was jammed into a grove of trees and underbrush.
Dan Roberts came to where they sat and he had his arms filled. There were a couple of portable radios, some cartons of cigarettes, a first-aid kit and some survival gear. "I'll get everything out," Dan said. "We can sort it all out later. Some of it will be junk but most will be usable."
"What about the radio?" Cassie asked.
Dan shook his head. "That's junk. Pretty much everything has been smashed, but I will get what I can."
Carol smiled at Dan. "Can we help?"
He shook his head. "No, you just sit and rest and recuperate for a while. Keep your eyes open for snakes. There may not be any around here, but then again, there may be, so you just be alert and keep your eyes open."
Cassie watched him go back into the woods and she and Carol sat for a time in silence, then they stood and walked again. It seemed that a gentle rain was sifting down, rustling the leaves of the trees, drenching the brush and the thick foliage that was all around them. They were in a small patch of bare ground that was slowly becoming slick and muddy as the rain drifted toward the open area. There were other bare patches that they could see and Cassie reached a stage of recovery where she was very much interested in their surroundings and their chances for immediate rescue.
"It is too bad that we don't have the radio," Cassie said. "That would be a big help."
Carol looked at her a bit nervously, she thought.
"We have a couple of portables. We can try them and see if they know that we are down and lost in this big jungle."
"That's good thinking," Cassie said.
They went over to the pile of equipment that Dan Roberts had assembled in front of the big log they had used for sitting. Cassie turned one of the radios on and she was a bit dismayed to hear music emanating from the speaker. It was business as usual at the radio station, she supposed. She tried all of the stations but there was music and advertisements and nothing else.
"Leave it on a station," Carol suggested, "and we will hear what's going on during their regular hourly newscast."
Cassie nodded. She put the radio down on the log and it continued to blare music. Dan Roberts came out of the jungle with another armful of things he salvaged from the plane. Cassie gave him a cigarette and he was glad to get it. His naked back and chest were wet and he looked like a bronzed gladiator, wresting survival and sustenance from a formidable and uncompromising jungle.
"We are lucky to be alive," Dan said. "I keep it in the air as long as I could and I think we were brushing tree tops for the last twenty miles. That slowed us down so when we finally hit, the wings tore off and we got shaken up a bit, but we are alive and in good shape."
"Yes," Cassie said, "but, we are trapped in this lousy jungle. I want you to get us out of here as quickly as you can. I have many business appointments that simply cannot be postponed. I will leave it up to you to get us rescued without delay."
Dan Roberts looked at her with a deadpan stare. "If you didn't have such pretty tits," he said, "I'd belt you silly. How the hell am I going to get us out of here as promptly as you would like? What would you recommend that I do? Send up smoke signals?"
"Exactly," Cassie said crisply. "What else would you do?"
He smiled at her and then he shook his head. "Bright bitch," he said. "I hate smart-ass broads."
"Even if they've got pretty tits?" Cassie asked innocently.
Carol said, "Your tits aren't that good, baby."
Cassie smiled. "I know," she said. "He just doesn't know that. But, you could be charitable, you know."
"I don't feel charitable," Carol said. "I'm hungry and I don't know if we have something to eat around or not."
Dan Roberts had moved off to scout the immediate area looking for wood, probably, Cassie thought. Failing all else, she did think that someone would notice a big column of white smoke. Someone would have to notice.
The radio music stopped and the station announced that it was time for the hourly newscast and they were the first itemmentioned. Dan Roberts, his arms loaded down with wood, stood close to Cassie and Carol as the newscaster announced to the world that Cassie Kimball and two of her employees were lost and presumed to be the victims of an air disaster.
"The group took off early this morning from Consola, the rest and rehab center for Consolidated Airways of America, intending to land at International Airport in Los Angeles. There were reports of a storm center along their route but the jet plane they were using should have weathered the storm easily. Now it is supposed that the jet crashed and a search is underway for Cassie Kimball, the golden girl of big business, Carol Burke, a company stewardess who was returning to Los Angeles with Cassie Kimball and Dan Roberts, one of the airline company's senior test pilots.
"One item of information that was leaked from the company's private airfield is the suspicion that the group now missing may have been given the wrong jet; in other words, the plane that they took off in could have been one that was at the base for mechanical problems and not airworthy at all. While this cannot be confirmed, it does seem to be a possibility.
"A massive air search is now underway and it is hoped that the lost fliers will soon be found, hopefully in good shape."
The news broadcast ended and Cassie stared at Dan Roberts.
"How could we have taken the wrong aircraft?" Cassie said.
Dan Roberts shook his head, not believing such a possibility. Carol was gazing at him, liking him.
"I don't think we were given the wrong plane," Dan said.
Cassie wasn't sure. "It is a possibility?"
"I guess. Well, it's not too important right now. Let me get our bonfire started."
"Would you get our luggage out of the plane so that we can get into some decent clothing?" Cassie asked.
He nodded. He dropped the wood he had in his arms onto the pile in the middle of the clearing and then he turned and walked off into the jungle again.
The steady, hissing sound of the rain was growing louder, becoming a roar, actually. There was something decidedly depressing about the rain, the dismal place that they were in, and the need to contemplate the immediate future.
Cassie moved over to where Carol was sitting down on the big log. Carol gave her a woeful grin and she smiled at the girl. "Wait till Dan gets back here with our bags," she said. "If we get some clean things on us, we are sure to feel much better. We'll get out of this all right, so don't worry."
"I'm not worrying," Carol said. "I have lots of faith in Dan Roberts. I'm sure we would have been killed with a less experienced pilot. Dan is one of the best."
Cassie gave her an undisguised stare of interest.
"How well do you know Dan Roberts?"
Carol tilted her head to one side as she gave Cassie a look of great innocence. "I don't know him at all well," she said. "I've just heard that he is a great pilot, really super."
Cassie was about to reply with a touch of sarcasm, but she heard a slight noise and looked up, expecting to see Dan Roberts setting their luggage down in the clearing. They had company. Two young men and three young women were standing in the middle of the clearing, looking at them with great interest and obvious surprise.
The young men were naked from the waist up and the girls were, too. Cassie stared, not really believing her eyes. One girl had long, straight blonde hair and plump, conical breasts. She wore tight shorts and she had very good legs. She was quite pretty in a dirty sort of way. The other girls were pretty too, and each had gorgeous breasts that they exposed quite candidly. The whole tribe wore shorts and nothing else.
One of the young men, a tall, bearded man with bright brown eyes, put his hand up to touch his lips. Then he turned so that he could sort of confer, soundlessly, with the others. "Welcome to our grotto," he said. "We are very glad that you dropped in on us and we will have lots of good times with you. You just come along with us and it will all work out just fine."
Cassie looked at him with her Miss Rich Bitch stare. It didn't bother him at all. "We don't intend to go anywhere with you," Cassie said. The young man sighed. He glanced at one of the other young people and suddenly Cassie and Carol were gazing into the muzzle of a huge gun. She could not imagine where it had come from because she did not think the young men were wearing enough clothing to hide a gun. But, there it was, steady, menacing, terrifying. Somehow she knew that the young man would kill her. She just knew it.
"You can come along," the young man said, "or you can die here. We don't care. It's up to you."
Cassie surrendered hurriedly. "We'll go along with you," she said. "Please, don't hurt us. If you can help us to get out of here, we will be very grateful and you will be reward handsomely."
One of the young girls snickered. She stared at Cassie, looking her over quite impudently. "Adam will get his reward," she said. "He and the other guys are getting tired of fucking us. They want some new blood. We will have such lovely times from now on."
Carol stood up and she moved to stand beside Cassie. She knew that they were both hoping that Dan Roberts would come out of the woods and rescue them from the plans that the young hippies seemed to have in their sick little heads. Cassie supposed that she was jumping the gun by deciding that they were hippies. But, what else could they be? She was sure that she could smell an unpleasant fragrance emanating from the girls. No wonder the men were tired of them.
CHAPTER THREE
In a way, it was surprising the way the fuselage of the jet held together in spite of the banging around it got when they crashed. Dan Roberts stood in the cockpit and gazed around him, trying to see if he was overlooking anything of importance.
He picked up the bags that belonged to Carol and Cassie and got out of the hull with them in his hands. He could feel the rain sifting down on his bare shoulders and he realized that he had his own flight bag aboard. That held clean things and his shaving gear and his travel kit. He went back inside the plane and got his own bag. He would lug them all back to the clearing where Cassie and Carol waited for him.
It was a long hike, probably a quarter of a mile and he realized that he was tired. That was unusual because he worked out every day and he knew that he was in good shape, but he had just worn himself out lugging things for the two women who had been on the flight with him. He knew that he would much rather wear himself out on top of them. He thought of Cassie Kimball, her rich bitch smile, her lovely young body and he could feel the stirrings in his loins. There was a bitch he could hate with no effort at all. Look at the way she set Tom Drake down. Just like that. Cassie Kimball flies into the base, cuts a guy's balls off, then wings out again. In a way he was glad that they crashed. Let her stew for a while.
"What shall I do about it, send up smoke signals?"
"Of course, what else?"
She was such a goddam smart ass. He hated her with a very great passion. He knew that he would give anything in the world to climb on top of her and screw the ears off her. Maybe ram it up her asshole, too. She should grow to experience it all.
His mind shifted as he thought about the uneven pathways, and he thought about Carol Burke. She was so pretty, so well stacked, but she was only eighteen. She was really too young to seduce, but she wasn't too young to do a good job when she worked.
He had had her on one of his flights and she had kept busy. The other girls said that she was just too damned good, too conscientious, so they let her do most of the work. He had gotten busy with the aircraft, knowing that he was taking it on its maiden run so he missed a lot. It was an L1011 and it handled like a well-designed machine, which, of course, it was.
He knew that there was a lot of plain and fancy fooling around going on and he happened to glance up at one point and notice that Ruthie, the wild one, was blowing Joey Norman, the co-captain. He watched for a while, impressed by the way Ruthie was giving head and really trying to milk Joey dry. She was good, he knew. Ruthie was an all-around camper. You name it, she liked it. He watched her when Joey popped and he could see the way she gobbled his joint and tried to swallow it, while the juice leaked from the corner of her mouth and then she was finished with that one and already started on another one. He was tempted to ask Joey for a fix but he didn't. Joey was getting a fix of his own at the moment.
He turned his attention back to flying the big jet and when Ruthie moved close so that she could touch the back of his neck with her fingers, he shivered at her touch. She bent over and kissed the back of his neck and then she was whispering into his ear and he shivered again.
"I'm awful hot," Ruthie said. "You want me to suck you?"
He shook his head and he wished that he could take advantage of her offer. The other girls were covering for her, he knew, and Joey was trying to get his brains back in business again and he could put the ship on automatic pilot for a while but he finally decided that he had better keep his mind on his work. He shook his head and Ruthie made a little sound of great disappointment and then she went away. He supposed that her needs and requirements were adequately dealt with while he concentrated on his work.
In a way, he thought, the whole world was getting hung up on sex and all of its various thrills. Take the very nicest people and they were liable to really shock the hell out of you if you were the kind that would shock.
He remembered the flight where he'd first gotten to know Carol Burke. She was a real square, he knew, and he lost track of her for a while after he was finished with that first commercial flight of the company's first new L1011.
When they set down in L. A. he was notified that he was to lay over and hang around for at least a week. The company was accepting delivery on three more of the massive jets and he was assigned to test them out. It was a nice, easy assignment and he had lots of friends in town. He could have a very nice time of it while he stayed in L. A. and did his job.
He lost his flight crew in a hurry. They went East on a waiting flight and he was alone, but not for long.
Looking back now, sitting in the battered fuselage of a smashed jet, he could remember the details of that week and enjoy it all again. He supposed that he had been very willing to be corrupted and when Jack Baker invited him out to his suburban home for a home-cooked dinner, he didn't have to go, but he was glad now that he had gone, and he knew that he would go again if he was invited.
Jack Baker was a flight operations engineer and he was a very good-looking guy. Dan had heard it said that Jack was a real swinger but he hadn't paid too much attention. The gossips were convinced that the entire airlines industry was populated with swingers and swappers only. He sighed and lit a fresh cigarette and he knew that he was in no hurry to go back to the arrogant young bitch who was his boss and the pretty blonde, Carol.
He sat and smoked a cigarette, and then another one and he could hear the soft sounds of rain on the hull and the occasional snapping sounds as metal cooled and creaked.
He and Jack Baker were the best of friends now and he was glad of that. He remembered the evening that he got into Jack's car and let the handsome young engineer drive him to a big, beautiful home in the suburbs. The house stood on a hill and it had lots of glass and a pool in the back and complete privacy. Jack explained that he and his young wife and two young stepchildren that she somehow inherited, were able to live in the big house in a state of utter bliss.
After a while, Dan recalled, he got so that he believed what Jack told him. He believed it and he envied Jack, in a way.
When they parked the car at the rear of the big house, he and Jack walked in late afternoon sunshine to the area of the pool and he got to meet Jack's happy little group right away. First, there was Mary, a gorgeous redhead who was hardly more than twenty-two. She had a lovely smile and big green eyes and her bikini did nothing to hide her glorious figure and when she stood to take his hand in her own, her pleased smile was filled with warmth and she quickly made him welcome. A handsome young boy of fifteen was in the pool. He climbed out and shook hands with Dan. He was a very nice-looking young man, almost girlish with his long blond hair and gentle blue eyes.
Then there was Donna. She was a petite little blonde in a tight bikini and she was unbelievably lovely, her body exquisite. She held his hand in hers and her big blue eyes were liking him very openly. He could not seem to get his gaze away from the bulletlike projections on her chest and her halter did very little to hide them. He could also see the entrancing folds of flesh at her crotch. The fabric of her bikini clung to her creases and out-lined them clearly. Her legs were sleek and rounded and her little rump was virtually exposed.
Jack went to Mary and he kissed her. She lit a cigarette and placed it into his lips.
"I like your friend, Dan, dear," she said, smiling at Dan. "I am so glad that you thought of inviting him to visit with us. He is so good-looking, so virile-looking."
Jack laughed at her. He was a tall man, not yet forty and he obviously adored his lovely young wife.
"I'm afraid that I just invited Dan to have dinner with us, dear," Jack said. "I didn't tell him anything at all about us. I mean the way we live, the things that we like to do."
Mary looked at him with a smile and a twinkle in her big, pretty eyes. She patted Jack's cheek and then she kissed him on the lips and she rubbed noses with him for a moment, too.
"Dan," she said, "we are going to have a lovely dinner but wouldn't you like to take a swim for a while first?"
Donna was grinning at him, her eyes warm and teasing. "Oh, please," she said, "do swim with us. Then we can have dinner and maybe you will get to like us and want to stay with us whenever you are in town."
"Donna, dear," Mary said reprovingly. "Don't be pushy."
"I would like to swim," Dan said.
There was a cabana and an ample supply of trunks and he got into a pair of them and when he dove into the pool, the water closed over him and he was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of utter comfort. He surfaced and swam and he was close to Mary in the water. Donna was loafing in the water a few feet away and Bobby, the handsome young boy, was crawling around on the bottom of the pool, surfacing noisily whenever he needed air, then submerging again.
Mary stood on her feet and her chin was above the water. He stood too but his shoulders were out of water, so, he decided that Mary was not very tall. Jack was inside the house, changing into a pair of trunks.
"I do wish you would visit with us for a while, Dan," Mary said. Her smile was practically dazzling. "After we have had some dinner, we will talk and perhaps when you find out what we are really like, you will run like a deer."
He was about to make a flippant comment but Jack dove into the water and then he joined them and after a while, Mary and her fantastically lovely thirteen-year-old stepdaughter got out of the pool and went off to fix their dinner.
It occurred to him that Jack was regarding him with a probing look, a kind of wondering glance that showed up every little once in a while and he wondered why he should be so much a matter of interest to each member of Jack's family. He found out all about it after they had dinner. Donna, the thirteen-year-old sexpot, looked spectacularly lovely in a micromini skirt and heels. Her long blonde hair was brushed back and it was shining with good health. Her soft, full lips glistened with bright red lipstick and her eyes were done with great care and skill. Mary was equally well turned out and he felt a twinge of envy when he sat and sipped a before dinner drink with Jack Baker.
They talked about business because Jack was involved in laying out the program that Dan would follow in taking the new jets up for their tests. Part of his work was laying out the programs and the varying test processes and he was good at his work. Dan knew that they would sit and talk with other experts and when the jets arrived he would take them aloft and put them through their paces and that would be that. It was a plum job, really, because the big jets would perform perfectly and he knew it. Apparently, Jack seemed to think it was all routine and his time in L. A. could be a vacation, a time of fun.
He recalled that Mary and Donna had put a delicious dinner on the table and after it was consumed, they settled in the living room and had coffee. He was a bit surprised to see Donna smoke without any comment from Jack or Mary and then Bobby helped himself to a cigarette and he remembered then that Mary had the children with her from a previous marriage.
Donna was sitting in her chair in a way that showed her legs and her thighs and he felt a twinge of dismay as he realized that he was getting an erection just looking at the girl's thighs and lissome legs. He turned away and then Mary was smiling at him.
"Dan," she said, softly, "did Jack ever tell you how he and I met? How much do you really know about us? All of us, I mean?"
Her question surprised him, threw him off balance. "I have no idea what you mean," he said. "Jack hasn't told me anything."
Mary nodded. She was still smiling. "Jack and I met each other at one of those swap groups. You know, a sex club. I hope that doesn't shock you too much, but, I have always been oversexed and Jack has had the same problem. So, we had to do something. I think that's what I meant when I asked if you knew anything about us. You see, we pretty much do as we please. I guess we hoped you might accept us as we are and simply be our friend."
Donna was staring at him with a steady, hoyden stare.
"We are a gang of sex fiends," Donna said.
He did not know whether to believe them or not, at first.
"We are nudists, too," Donna went on. "Jack called to say that he was bringing you home with him and we all got into swim suits just for your benefit. I'll bet you would have liked it lots better if we stayed nudists."
"You are so right," he said. He looked at Jack and then at Mary. They were both smiling, wondering what sort of reaction they could expect from him, he supposed.
"I have been going to groups ever since I was about eighteen and I met this one guy, Artie Gaye, at this one club and he was lots of fun and he had two youngsters. He wanted me to meet them. So, I did. That was when I first met Donna and Bobby and I liked them and they liked me. It didn't take me any time at all to deduce that Bobby and Donna were playing house together. But, their father didn't seem to know or care.
"Well, when Artie asked me to move in with him, I did it, mainly because I liked the kids and I wanted to have fun with them, too. And, of course, we got around to having lots of fun, but, Artie ran into a girl with lots of money and he took off. The kids stayed with me and when Jack and I got married, it was just too late to try to do anything about conditions that were already underway. It was just too late for so many things."
Donna said, "He isn't interested in long-winded explanations. Either he wants to stay with us while he's out here, or he doesn't. Do stay, Dan, please."
Donna seemed to have said all that she could manage at that particular time. She jumped up out of her chair and she raced out of the house. A moment later, Bobby, her brother, went out, too. A short time later, Dan heard them splashing around in the pool. Mary and Jack were watching him, waiting for him to say something, perhaps. He just didn't know what to say.
He was not a novice in the realm of swinging and swapping and he was too excited to say much of anything. Mary slid out of her chair and she walked over to him on her knees and she smiled up into his face while her hand slid up his thigh.
"I should tell you that Karen told us all about you and she said that we should snare you if you ever brought that big beautiful cock of yours to L. A. So, don't blame us."
Jack was smiling at him as he watched Mary opening Dan's fly and then she was nuzzling and licking the head of his cock and he tried to say something apologetic or enlightening to Jack but Mary's sweet little mouth slid down over his cock and then she was giving him head and a windshield wiper tongue while her sharp little nails tickled his balls and swiftly brought him to a bursting, drenching orgasm. She was expert when it came to getting every last drop out of the male organ and even after she had devoured his load, she went after more. Jack lit a cigarette and he grinned at Dan.
"Can I assume that you will be glad to be our guest while you are out here?"
Dan was too excited to talk. He nodded his head and then Mary made a little contented sound deep in her throat and she settled herself more comfortably at her task.
He looked up and noticed that Donna, the pretty little teenager, was standing in the doorway. She was watching Mary as she moved her head up and down and his stiff cock kept on delighting her. Donna was enthralled, practically staring at Mary and her prize with a steady, catatonic intensity. The boy, Bobby, entered the room and he went over to sit beside Jack on the couch and they watched as Mary pushed him toward another blazing orgasm. She was expert with tongue and fingers and nails and she sucked so fiercely he could feel every nerve in the head of his cock screaming in ecstasy.
The girl Donna straightened up and she looked especially gorgeous in her bikini. She gave him a crooked little smile and then she flipped her halter upward and he saw the twin beauties on her chest and their incredible beauty affected him and he poured a new load of honey down Mary's eager throat. Donna was cupping her small, beautifully shaped breasts in her hands and he could see the way the tiny nipples popped out and stood red and bristling and ardent while her fingertips twisted and hurt them and then he could see the heavy shaking and quaking in her body as she induced an orgasm in her own loins. She stood, waiting and big-eyed while the rigorous spasms waned in her young flesh, then she whisked her bikini pants off and he was staring at her bald pubis, the delicately sculpted cleft of exciting girl flesh. She watched Mary giving head and devouring Dan's juice and she slid her hand between her legs and he could see the way she was using her finger to relieve her over-stimulated flesh.
She went over to where Jack was sitting and she knelt so that she could get at his sexual equipment. Then the boy was peeling his trunks off and Dan was amazed by the size of the boy's stiff cock. He was beautifully hung and when Donna used her hand to keep Bobby's cock alive and interested while she sucked Jack off, he realized that he had fallen in with a group that had gotten it all together right in their own little mansion. He knew that he could get to like people like that. And that was just how it worked out.
Donna used her mouth to soothe Jack and her brother and then she was eager to sample his product. Mary finally gave up her efforts and she got up onto a chair. She opened her legs and he saw that she wore nothing under her skirt and when she smilingly invited him to eat her, he was eager to do it. Like Donna, she was smooth and bald between her legs and he learned at another time that Bobby was given the task of keeping both girls in that condition. He enjoyed doing it for them, which Dan decided was not too hard to understand.
Mary served coffee and she suggested that they swim for a while and who could tell what might happen? "We are completely uninhibited, Dan, dear," she said. "We all do pretty much as we please, so you may do the same. I'm afraid that we all go both ways and if you enjoy that sort of fun don't feel bashful. We want you to have a nice visit with us and I'm sure that you will. Aren't you?"
He pulled her into his arms and they began necking like kids. Mary snickered as she handled his balls and she felt his cock getting hard again. She kissed him and then she pushed him away. She was eager to get herself naked, she said. He helped her and he was surprised to find her breasts as lovely as Donna's and while they were larger, firmer, more exciting, perhaps, he was most pleasantly amazed by the flawless perfection of pubic and delicately fashioned cunt. She had the tiny, pale pink petals that were almost childlike in their structure. Donna was small, too, but she was still developing, he supposed. Mary was a grown woman, and a very lovely one.
They went out to the brightly lit pool and got into the water. There was complete privacy and they were able to be quite comfortable and at ease together. Mary stood with him in hip-deep water and she hugged him to her and she necked with him shamelessly. Donna and Bobby were busy with Jack. Donna was necking with him and he was not too surprised to see the handsome young boy sucking Jack's cock while Donna excited him with lush bosoms and hot kisses.
Mary stepped closer to him and her hands were busy with his genitals beneath the water, then she moved in a way that allowed his cock to slide up inside of her. She faced him with a look of startled joy as his big cock went up into her body. Then she was prancing and squirming and thrilling him and herself with her tight, slippery sheath. She kept moving around and he was sure that he would not come in her because of the many loads she had already sucked out of him, but that was not a factor, after all, because she just wouldn't settle for anything less than a completed project.
He worried about her while he stood, holding her clenching body, feeling the shivers in her as he pumped his load deep inside of her. When he tried to remove his cock, she would not let him. She told him to walk her over to the shallow end of the pool and she sat on the edge, while he was still coupled with her. She finally let him pull himself out and then she smiled at him with a soft, affectionate look in her pretty eyes as she insisted that she wanted him to give her a honey kiss.
He had passed that milestone a long time back and he was very willing to go down on her and suck the honey from her depths. Then he kissed the pretty girl and she devoured the fruits of their union. She very definitely enjoyed it, too.
A bit later, Donna and Bobby and Jack joined them in a rather wild and energetic orgy that exhausted everybody. It was nearly two in the morning by the time they decided to go to bed and get some sleep.
Mary stood in the center of the living room, smiling at him as Donna and Bobby sat on the floor and yawned. Jack was fixing some drinks for them so that they would sleep a bit better.
"You are a most welcome guest, Dan," Mary told him. "And, because you are so beautifully depraved, you get to sleep with Bobby and Donna tonight. And, of course, you are invited to do anything you want to either of them. Bobby likes everything and so does Donna, so you should have a very nice night."
He shook his head, smiling. "All that I want to do now is sleep. Just sleep. I'm exhausted."
"Of course you are, dear," Mary said happily. "I took care of that myself."
Donna and Bobby got into the big bed with him and he was impressed by the plumpness of the boy's thighs and smooth bottom and he knew that he was going to ram his big cock into the boy's tight little asshole the first chance he got. He was fully into the spirit of the orgy and eager to enjoy anything and everything. He fell asleep with Donna nursing on his cock and he was pleasantly amazed when she got another load out of him. He fell asleep and dreamed of pretty girls and handsome young boys and he kept chasing both and never catching either.
It was a bright sunlit morning when he woke and he sat up in the big bed and lit a cigarette from the pack on the night table. Donna slept next to him, her pretty young face wreathed in a big smile. She was sprawled so that her crotch was exposed and he could see the round, puckered little mouth between twin petals of palest coral. Her breasts were standing straight out, looking like little bullets that were eager to be off to a target.
"Lovely, isn't she?" Mary said. He turned his head and saw that his hostess was standing in the doorway, gazing at Donna's lush beauty, too, The boy, Bobby, was also asleep but his hairless genitals were thoroughly aroused. His cock was still and flat against his belly and Mary tilted her head as she grinned at him.
"If you don't want to suck that lovely young cock," she said, "I will gladly do it."
"Help yourself," Dan said. He knew that he was being unduly sensitive about the homosexual acts.
"You'll get around to it soon," Mary predicted. "That boy's honey is delicious and he is inexhaustible. We are all at him all the time but he just goes right on making more and more for all of us."
Donna moved and she straightened out her long, lovely legs. "So suck him off," she said. "Do it. I want Dan to fuck me and then you can suck me, too. We can split it."
Donna moved over so that she could find Dan's mouth and then she was kissing him and he was on top of her and she was moving and squirming beneath him, her fingers guiding his cock into her slippery little well and then her legs wrapped around his waist, her bare heel dug into his spine and she began to move her hips and her body and she was moaning and whimpering with great joy as they fucked with great frenzy. He felt his loins gathering and burning and then he was coming, pouring an avalanche of material into her body. She was shaking and shuddering and he was worried about spilling all over everything.
That was a needless worry. Mary had her mouth beneath his balls and she was licking and devouring contentedly, expertly. When he finally eased his cock out of Donna's pulsing body, Mary's avid tongue licked him clean and then she zeroed in on Donna's sopping slit and the two of them shifted in the bed so that they were quickly busy with a savage sixty-nine. He glanced at Bobby and saw that the boy had been drained already. Mary wasted no time at all.
He got out of the bed and went into the bath. He showered and when he went back into the bedroom he was a bit surprised to find Donna and Mary still busy with their sixty-nine.
Bobby was still in the bed. He looked at Dan a little self-consciously. "I had to do it to each of them," he said. "They like it when they can suck lots of stuff out. So, they make me do it to them."
"Good boy," Dan said. "You are a grand young man."
He went out of the bedroom and found the kitchen. There was coffee already hot and steaming on the range. He poured some and then he sat down and tried to get himself awake. He looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it was already after nine and he knew that he should have been at work an hour earlier.
He was gulping his coffee, wondering if Jack was going to be late for work this morning, too, when Donna and Mary walked into the kitchen, nude, smiling, and obviously very happy.
"We're late for work," Dan said.
Mary sat down in front of him. She reached out to pat his hand. She took a sip of his coffee and then she sat back and her glorious breasts stared him right in the face. He was also enjoying the sight of Donna's lush bare bottom as she moved around in the kitchen.
"Jack went off to work, Dan," Mary said. "He told me to tell you to have a nice day with us. You don't have anything to do until the planes you are to test arrive. They won't be in for a few days yet, so you just relax and enjoy our hospitality. You will love doing that, won't you?"
Donna moved over and she bent and kissed him, while her hand reached down to squeeze his cock and balls. "We will have such a lovely day," she said. "You'll see."
He knew that he would remember that day for the chance to try everything he could think of.
The boy, Bobby, came into the kitchen for some breakfast and Donna and Mary got the food and served it. They suggested a lazy swim for a while and then Mary had some other ideas.
"After we have had a nice swim and we have had a chance to get really horny again, then we will go into the master bedroom and have some fun on that big bed. We will have a grand time. By the time Jack gets home, we should all be very good friends."
There was something delightful about the purity of Mary's depravity. She simply knew no restrictions. She was very casual about sucking his cock whenever she felt like it. She encouraged him to suck her and Donna too and the first time he sucked them with a loaded well he shivered but he enjoyed it immensely. And so did they.
They swam for a while and then their nudity and their busy hands were their undoing and they went into the bedroom. Mary and Donna wanted to be fucked. Donna wanted him in her and Mary settled for Bobby. Then they switched and while the two males rested and recouped, the girls went down on each other in a fine and furious sixty-nine.
They had an ample stock of dildos and he was sure that Donna screwed him up the ass with an unnecessary brutality but he enjoyed it, nonetheless.
Mary suggested that he suck Bobby's cock while Donna gave it to him in the asshole and he had a marvelous time doing that. He could still feel his skin crawl as he remembered the greed he exposed when Bobby's cock came in his mouth and he feasted shamelessly on the boy's young juices.
Later, when Jack got home and they took up the evening session, he sucked Jack's cock, too, and he found that it was something that he could do and enjoy.
There were many homosexual experiences after his first one with the boy, and he spent two full weeks visiting with Jack and his sexually precocious family. He still visited them whenever his schedule permitted it. He wished now that he could spend a day with Mary and Donna and Bobby. Maybe it would take the curse off this mess he was into with the two beautiful icebergs who would be waiting for him to stop daydreaming and reminiscing and bring them their fresh clothes.
He crushed his cigarette out on the metal floor of the fuselage and he looked around him, seeing the scratched, twisted metal, the broken seats, the smashed instruments and he wondered how they could have come through the crash with their lives and no broken bones.
He picked up the last of the bags that he was going to carry back to the clearing and he got them down onto the ground. Then he picked them all up again and began the slippery trek back to the clearing where the girls would be waiting.
He walked for a long time and the rain got to him and there was a chill in the air now. He was beginning to feel cold and that was a new experience for him in the grotto.
He broke through the underbrush to reach the clearing where he stood stock still, staring. The bags fell from his arms and his hands and he gazed at the bearded young men and their bare breasted girls and he felt a quick sense of relief. The girls had found someone to help them.
"Well, now," one of the young men said, "this is just the nicest thing that we could look forward to. A man. A real nice-looking fly guy. Just what we need. You just keep on toting them bags, mister, and you and the girls come along with us. We got us a little hike ahead of us."
It was then that he saw the gun.
CHAPTER FOUR
She watched the capture of Dan Roberts with utter despair. Cassie realized that she had been hoping and supposing that he would glimpse what was taking place before he arrived on the scene and then use a gun or something to effect their release. She could see that he had probably seen nothing until he was face to face with the gun.
"Who are you people?" Dan asked.
The bearded young man with the gun smiled and his bright white teeth gleamed in spite of the dullness of the day.
"I am Adam," the young man said. "And this is Jacob, my assistant. The girls are Rebecca, Naomi, and Sarah."
"You are part of a religious sect," Dan said.
"You might say that," Adam said. "We have our own beliefs and practices and you are going to get to know all about us. And we will get to know all about you. All of you. Now, let's gather unto us our belongings and we will hike to our home."
One of the girls, a very pretty blonde with long straight hair and a cute little smile, said, "That's one of the ways we have learned. We share. Everything."
Adam spoke again. "Now, big feller, you just pick up as much of that stuff as you can carry and get moving along here with the rest of us or I'll blow a hole in your cock you can put your fist into. And, that would be a shame, 'cause these little girls of ours are just devoted to sucking cock and fucking it and there ain't no limit to what they are liable to do for a big handsome feller like you."
The girls moved over to pick up some of the luggage and Adam waved his gun at Cassie and Carol. "You two pick up stuff and carry some of it, too," he said.
The girl with the long blonde hair and the big blue eyes spoke softly to Cassie.
"Adam likes to hurt people," she said. "He says it cleanses them if they can bear pain. So, you better do like he says. He don't mind killing somebody if that's the way they want it."
Cassie picked up what she could easily carry and then they began a weird march through the drenched, fetid jungle and it seemed to her that the mud was constantly reaching up to enfold and absorb her feet and she felt a quick weariness that drained her body of its strength.
They formed a strange-looking parade and the girls with the bearded young man seemed uncaring about the rain and the way it was drenching their girlish young breasts. She caught herself glancing from one girl to another and she was impressed by the simple beauty of the girls. They were very young, probably runaways, but they seemed to be happy and content. They moved along behind their leader with no word of complaint because of the load they were carrying. The other young man, his name was said to be Jacob, she recalled, walked behind them, carrying the gun, making sure that they gave no resistance.
They walked for a long time and no one said anything. Cassie wished that she had the nerve to ask that they rest for a while but she said nothing. Their captor decided eventually that they would take time out for a rest and while they sprawled beneath a giant pine tree that kept the rain off them, they rested and smoked cigarettes and Cassie finally got up the nerve to ask some questions. "Where are you taking us?" she demanded.
Rebecca, the girl with the long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, glanced at Adam and when he nodded, she smiled at Cassie and the others. "We all live in a sort of commune, a great big cave with an overhanging ledge that gives us protection from rain and also being seen from the sky. You won't ever be found here. We've been here seven months and no one has ever flown over here."
Adam was sitting up against the bole of the tree and he was watching Carol and her with an intent look that frightened her, and Cassie wished fervently that they could get away from their captors.
Carol asked, "What do you want with us? We don't mean you any harm. We just want to get back to civilization. That's all."
"Well," Adam said judiciously, winking at his leering co-worker, "that just might take some doing. We can't see it that way. We got lots of folks gonna be glad to see you when you show up at the camp. And you got lots of goodies in them bags, I just know that. Now you going to stay with us for a while and we aim to enjoy your visit. You get so you are more of a nuisance than a delight and we just gonna bury you and quick. I don't allow any friction or unhappiness among my people, and anytime any of my folks want you to accommodate them in any way, you just better do it You don't, you won't never get any other chance to oblige."
One of the girls was named Naomi, Cassie knew. She was a small, doll-like creature with brown eyes and a soft, full mouth that practically oozed sensuality. She smiled at Cassie as she listened to Adam's words.
"Adam likes to kill people," she said. "It's always so grand and wonderful. First we have the grand black mass and then the sacrificial lamb is prepared for the altar and they are sucked dry all day and by the time they are placed on the altar during the high mass, they might just as well die. They aren't much use to anybody anymore.
"You see, Adam believes that the sexual orgasm are a great source of nourishment and when one of our guys was convicted of a crime against us, he was deprived of food for two weeks, but he was allowed to nurse anybody who would feed him their sexual juices. In two weeks, he gained five pounds. That was nursing on jism and cunt juice both.
"When one of our girls got out of line she was only allowed to suck cunt and she gained weight, too. Adam believes that the loins give up pure nourishment and it looks like he is right. We all adore Adam and we accept him as our father, our leader and our lover. That's the way it is where we live."
"Adam is the absolute ruler, is that it?" Cassie could not believe any of what she was hearing. She was certain that they had been captured by madmen, sexual perverts, people who were not really sane.
"Well, yes," Rebecca said slowly. "But, Jacob and Noah are part of a triumvirate that rules all of us. We accept commands from each of them but when Noah and Jacob ask something of us, we know that it is always with the full approval of Adam."
Cassie gave Adam an admiring stare. "You must be quite a man," she said. "Your flock seems to adore you and want to be with you. I think that is very remarkable. How did you get them to follow you off into the wilderness?"
Adam glanced at his henchman, Jacob, and the two of them grinned at each other. Jacob, the second in command, presumably, was a thin, short young man. His legs were muscular and he had strong shoulders. There was an enormous bulge at his crotch and Cassie wondered if they were all overendowed in that department. It certainly seemed that way.
She could see that Dan Roberts was watching her, wondering about her. He seemed to be worried that she would provoke their captors to violence but she knew that she would not.
Sarah, the other young girl, a brown-haired, brown-eyed child, actually, sat up straight so that her bare breasts would protrude to their fullest and she smiled at Cassie and the others. She seemed eager to explain about Adam and his group.
"We are a religious sect," she said. "Adam is our leader and we have come into the wilderness to find ourselves. Adam believes that pleasure and the great sensations that the body can experience are the purest form of religion. We are hedonists, he says, and it is our duty to give pleasure, to accept it, to use our minds and our imaginations to constantly find new ways of inducing pleasurable sensations in the body. Adam is a great teacher and we labor constantly to dream up new and greater thrills. That's why we are out here. We intend to stay a year, maybe more."
Cassie asked, "How many of you are there?"
Adam was smiling as he watched and listened. When the girls did not answer Cassie, he said, "We have fourteen with us, at present. Now we have you, too. Now, let's get going again so that we can arrive at our homeland shortly."
Cassie got up onto her feet with the others. She picked up the things that she had been asked to carry and she walked along, filled with a feeling of despair. She and Carol and Dan were captives and there seemed little hope that they would ever escape the clutches of Adam and his biblically named cohorts.
She was suddenly sure that they were going to be killed. The man, Adam, seemed to be a brute, an ignorant lout, and she could imagine all sorts of horrors at his hands. She glanced at Carol as they walked along and she was a bit encouraged because Carol did not seem to be afraid. She wishes that she could feel the same way.
They walked for a long time and then they arrived at a large, muddy clearing. They were at the base of a massive range of mountains and there were several large caves beneath the great stone bluffs. A sort of canopy effect was achieved by the overhanging ledges and the recessed entrances to the caves. There were woods on three sides of the clearing and then the caves. There were people moving about and when Adam marched them up close to a camp fire in the forecourt of the caverns, the others gathered around to gaze at the newcomers.
"These are the ones that were in the plane that we heard crash," Adam explained to his flock. "We will give them food and make them welcome. Maybe we'd better tie the big feller up for a while. You all can attend to him."
A skinny young man in a loin cloth grinned at Dan and then he was examining her and Cassie shivered.
"This here is Noah," Adam said. "He helps me and Jacob, look after our flock. After a while, the girls will help you and the other one get comfortable and then maybe we will have a little fun. Now, we don't care what kind of fun we have. It will be up to you.
"We can have a fun funeral, or maybe we can just look forward to some nice pleasant times."
The girl Rebecca was smiling at Cassie as she said, "If Adam decides that you and the other are just too much trouble, we keep your stuff and then we have us a little target practice. We tie you to a tree and everyone gets a chance to fling a shiv at you. The one that kills gets to be king for a day and the girls all have to do whatever he says. The guys and the girls sort of like being king so maybe you'd better keep in mind that they won't really care too much if you decide you don't want to play games with us. It is up to you."
Cassie listened and her heart turned over in her chest. She was tempted to plead with the bearded leader of this wild pack and ask that he kill her and spare her the indignities that utter subjugation could inspire. She wanted to be rid of her fears and she wished that she could die. Right then and there.
Adam decided that the prisoners, which Cassie and the others actually were, should be taken into the main cave and given the opportunity to eat and meditate.
"Everybody has to meditate," Rebecca said to Cassie. "It is very good for the soul. There are lots of little rooms or chambers in these caves and each of you will have a room of your own during your novice period."
Dan was looking at her and she could see that he was very upset because he could do nothing about their plight. Carol had a worried, unhappy look on her face.
Adam and the people who had accompanied them back to the commune went with them into a vast brightly lit chamber. There were candles everywhere and several small fires flickered and helped to illuminate the area. There were tables and crudely fashioned chairs and it was apparent that the room was a sort of community or family room. There were several young people in ragged shorts sitting around at the tables. They were smoking home-made cigarettes and the sweet, pungent smell of grass cloyed in her nostrils for a moment and then it was gone. She shook her head to clear it and then she glanced at the bearded leader of this ragtail bunch.
"There's food if you want some," Adam said.
Rebecca tossed her head and her long straight hair slid back and forth across her naked back. She glanced at Dan and she was licking her lips. She grinned crookedly as she stepped close to Adam so that she could whisper into his ear.
Adam nodded his big head in a judicial manner. It was obviously a practiced gesture, Cassie thought. She glanced at Carol and she could see that the pretty green-eyed blonde was frightened.
They refused food and Jacob, the young man holding the gun, kept it pointed at them. Noah, the third member of the boss trio was looking at her, Cassie saw, with a leering, lecherous look in his eyes. Again she wished earnestly for death and the quick panacea of escape that it offered. Noah was a popeyed man, sort of plump. He was clean-shaven and his raggedy shorts looked ridiculous on him. She was watching Adam and she was trembling, filled with a growing sense of helplessness and dread.
"Well, now," Adam said, "Rebecca here has some very lovely ideas and she seems to think that she could spend sometime with the big fellow here and enjoy it. Rebecca is the kind of pilgrim that likes to have folks watch her when she is at her devotions so we are all going into a special room we have fixed up for our little ceremonies and rituals. Now, you all come along nice and peaceful and it will all come out all right."
Cassie sighed. She shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere," she said. "If you are going to kill me, you can do it right here. I am not going to be manhandled and used like an animal. I'll die first."
She never felt anything touching her, but she was suddenly in another room, a large, brightly lit chamber that had running water trickling from a rock face and splashing into a catch basin below the seam that provided the water. She was laying on a bed of sorts, her hands were tied behind her back and she was decidedly uncomfortable.
She moved her head and saw that Carol was tied on another bed. Dan Roberts was spread-eagled on the floor and his hands and ankles were tied to pegs that had been driven into the hard dirt floor. Cassie shivered as she realized that she was tied in a way that made her helpless, too.
There was a fire flickering some distance away and she could feel its heat. She saw that there was a long-handled branding iron in the flames and she wondered if she was to be branded like a steer or a cow. She looked at the group that was sitting around the fire, talking.
Adam and Jacob and Noah were in the room and the three girls, their naked breasts shining in the light from the fire, were sitting opposite the males and they were mumbling some sort of incantation while they bowed their heads.
Adam clapped his hands and Rebecca lifted her head and Cassie shivered as she saw the exalted, enthralled look on the young girl's face. Rebecca was deep in the throes of some sort of sensual experience and she used her little hands to cup her pretty breasts and then squeeze them. Rebecca got up onto her feet and she stood for a time, swaying her hips, almost dancing with the fierce urgings of the sensual thrills she was obviously enjoying. She used both hands to undo the hooks of her shorts and they slid down her bare thighs and exposed her sexual area. She slid her palm beneath her slit and quickly induced orgasm in her loins. Then she stepped out of her shorts and kicked them over against a wall.
Cassie gazed at the young girl's naked body and she was impressed by Rebecca's beauty. She moved like a cat as she went to Adam and knelt at his feet. She held her hand out and he put his hand into the folds of a robe that he was now wearing. He placed a long, slender knife in Rebecca's hands and she took it, held it up so that her lips could kiss its blade. Then she got to her feet, slowly. She held the long blade in front of her, handling it very carefully.
She knelt then at Dan Robert's crotch and she touched his slacks with the tip of the knife and cut the fabric. In seconds, Dan Roberts was naked and she was playing with his cock and his balls and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop her. She began kissing and licking his soft, sensitive flesh and then his cock was suddenly erect and she giggled as she began kissing and licking its length. Cassie watched it all, entranced, and it seemed to her that Rebecca was sucking Dan's organ with a callous hunger, an avid and irresistible desire for the fruits of his loins. She watched Dan's big body as he twisted or tried to twist and squirm but then he was shaking violently as the girl nursed on him and brought his cock to a stage where it gushed freely in her hungry mouth and she devoured him and then began a new campaign, seeking more.
Cassie noticed that the others were getting undressed, too, and she saw that Naomi, the dark, doll-like little brunette, had a shaved pubis and dark streaks on her little thighs. She was obviously the type that had frequent, liquid orgasms and was not too good about washing. The sight of the girl's pubic area was revolting, Cassie thought.
The other girl, Sarah, had plump breasts, slender legs and a quick and ardent air about her. Cassie was appalled when she saw the girl squat and then urinate on the ground. No one else seemed to care.
Adam was a splendid figure of a man with a fine body, thickly muscled, and his sexual endowment should entitle him to be the leader of the group. He had an enormous cock and she could see that it was hard and the others were all hard, too.
Adam spoke to Naomi and she knelt quickly and began sucking his cock. She was using her fingers to jerk him off at the same time and when he was close to coming he grasped the back of the girl's head and shoved her mouth down over his spurting cock and she swallowed and manipulated him quickly, frenziedly. Then she did the same thing for Jacob and Sarah knelt in front of Noah so that she could relieve is tensions just as expertly.
When the girls had devoured the men they were servicing, they stood and each of them used their hand to put an end to the seething torments that were between their legs.
Cassie glanced at Dan Roberts and she saw that the girl, Rebecca, had impaled herself and she was slowly moving her hips up and down while Dan's stiff cock slid in and out of her sheath. Cassie turned her head away, repelled by the expression of unholy bliss that was alive and glowing in the girl's lovely young face. It was a look of utter ecstasy, rapture, and she could hear the whimpering little sounds the girl made when she climaxed and Dan's gusher exploded within her depths.
She tried to force her brain into blacking out but she could not do anything. Remembering the swift transition that occurred when she was still in the other room, she suspected that one of Adam's handmaidens had jabbed her with a needle filled with one of the split-second acting drugs. She had not even been conscious of losing her awareness. One moment she was awake and in the outer room, the next moment she was on her back and at the mercy of the jackals who were now standing close to her, examining her face with an unnecessary intentness.
Adam turned to look at Rebecca who was still busy with Dan. He bent over, picked up the sharp knife, then stood between Cassie's torn and tattered slacks.
She shivered as the point of the knife ruined Dan's shirt. She could feel the coolness of the air on her naked breasts and she was terrified. She was gazing up at the bearded leader and she could sense his deep interest in her near-naked person. Then the point of the knife was slicing through her slacks and panties and she could feel it when she was naked.
"We will prepare her, master," Naomi said softly. "We will make her ready for the honor that you will bestow upon her."
Adam smiled at the brunette. He licked his lips and his hands captured Cassie's naked breasts and he was molding and hurting her flesh. His nails dug into her nipples and she yelped in pain. She moved her hips and then she realized that she had wet herself. The wetness was beneath her hips and she could taste the saltiness of tears on her lips. She wished again that she could simply disappear and die.
They turned their attention to Carol and the lovely blonde seemed able to accept the things that they did to her with little agitation. Adam put his hands on Carol's soft breasts and he squeezed them and caressed them. The knife touched the fabric of her blouse and cut it away and her bare breasts were quivering with nervous anticipation or dread.
They cut her clothes from her and Cassie felt a bit better when she saw that Carol's crotch was hairless, too. She knew that many of the stews kept themselves hairless on their pubis mainly because it was so much easier to keep themselves clean and fresh and dainty in a problem area of their person.
The girls with Adam began doing things to her and she was very much upset by their callous handling of her most intimate parts. The brunette, Naomi, gathered water in a basin from the trickling crevice in the rocks and it was warm water, probably heated by the rocks it came from, Cassie suspected. There was soap and cosmetics and the girls bathed her body and washed her breasts and her intimate flesh and she could do nothing to stop them.
Then Adam approached her and he knelt between her spread thighs. She could see the knob of his sexual organ glistening in the light and it looked enormous. A moment later he was pushing it into her body and she cried out in pain as she felt the tissues of her vagina tearing, and parting. He was handling her breasts and hurting her and then he was sliding himself in and out and she could feel a time of purest agony and then she felt the swift, sweet sensations of sexual excitation and she could not believe that the crazed little sounds pouring from her throat were actually coming out of her.
Adam kept at her for a long time. She felt him sliding in and out and there was a pleasurable feeling at first and then her nerve endings and tissues became inflamed and blazing, excruciating sensations came alive within her and she seethed and burned with raw sensations too intense to ignore. Her hips began to move and she was fighting fiercely, thrilling indecently to the frictions and the stimulations that the movements of her thighs and legs helped induce in her loins.
A sense of shame and humiliation swamped her and in spite of the sexual thrills that Adam's big cock aroused and fostered in her, the sense of hideous outrage and debasement was too much for her to endure. She felt her head swirling and spinning and she heard someone saying, "She's coming now. Oh, golly, is she coming," and then a giant hand closed her throat, her body shook as though with ague, her mind was blotted out and she slid into a deep and inviting morass of exceptional bliss.
She was filled with pain when she woke again. Adam was mounting Carol and she was writhing and squealing as her tender flesh was assaulted and she was struggling viciously against the ropes that held her helpless. Cassie was weak and the feeling of shame and degradation was practically suffocating her. She could feel pain and prickling hurts in her torn flesh and she wondered if all virgins surrendered that status so painfully.
Rebecca, the long-haired blonde goddess of this crew, moved over so that she could kneel between Cassie's shifting and heaving thighs. She moved her face into the V of Cassie's legs and then she felt the girl's warm mouth clinging to her vulva, the tongue probing and scooping and she was being devoured in a way that thrilled her and terrified her all at once.
She was weeping and no one noticed, no one cared. Rebecca was a vampire, sucking harshly and noisily upon sexual flesh, filling her avid mouth again and again with the fruits of Cassie's overstimulated glands. She could feel the sweet, exquisitely stimulating efforts of Rebecca's nimble and artful tongue and she knew that the girl could force her into orgasm whenever she wanted to feast upon a new batch of girl nectars. And, Rebecca was greedy.
Then the man, Jacob, was screwing her, and another girl ate at her crotch and then the short, plump man fucked her. He was named Noah and she shivered and vibrated in a time of too much torment, too much anguish and she thought the world was coming to an end and she would die and be interred in shifting, cleansing sands.
She noticed that Carol was being used constantly by one or the other of the sect, boy or girl. It didn't seem to matter whether Carol's flesh was being exploited by a man's tongue or a girl's.
The men were concentrating on her and she being used by one after another of the males. She knew that she was not quite sane at the moment. Her brain was useless, wandering, frightening her. She could feel her body being stretched and torn and she lifted her gaze and saw that the plump little man, Noah, was again using her body. A wave of revulsion and disgust pushed her close to vomiting and she struggled valiantly at the bonds that held her and then a blinding wave of raw sensation and intense pain overwhelmed her and she fainted. She knew that she was fainting and she was filled with a sense of gladness for the mercy that her body was able to provide for her.
She slept, but she never knew for how long. There seemed to be little interest in the time of day in Adam's sect. No one cared. She was to learn that there was never any night or day within the caves. A weird sort of light was always in the caves and night and day were indistinguishable.
She woke and discovered that she was no longer tied in any way. Carol was sitting up and she was weeping. Dan Roberts was sitting up, too. He and Carol were smoking a cigarette.
The others were not in the room and there was a time of embarrassed silence. Cassie sat up and when Dan Roberts offered her a cigarette from the pack that was on the floor in front of him, she took it.
He was staring at her breasts and the exposed slit between her legs and she could feel the redness seeping into her cheeks. Her modesty or embarrassment seemed very much out of place after the things that had been done to her. Still, she felt that she might have to endure the indignities that their captors forced upon her but she did not have to endure Dan's frankly lecherous stares. She covered her breasts by folding her arms across them and she closed her legs, too.
"I'm sorry," Dan Roberts said. "But, you can't really blame me. You are a very beautiful girl. I can't help being a man. That's the way a man is."
Carol stood up. She was unsteady on her feet and she was crying, soundlessly, hopelessly.
"You can look at me," she said bitterly. "Anybody can look at me now. What the hell is there to hide?"
"Don't be bitter," Cassie said. "No one will hold what happened here against you. How can a girl be blamed for such things when she is tied? I won't ever be clean again, I know, and I wish that I could die, but I can't condemn me or what people do to me when I am tied hand and foot and it is all against my will."
Rebecca walked into the big room and she was naked and quite at ease. Her breasts jiggled as she moved and she gave Dan Roberts a smile. She went over to him and she spoke to him.
"On your feet, big fellow. The rest of you can stand up, too. Then you are to come outside with me. So, you'd better get used to walking around bare assed. If you don't feel you want to be nice and obliging, we can think up some ways of persuading you to be nice."
Rebecca put her hand on Dan Robert's soft cock and she began fondling it while she looked up into his face and her smile sparkled. "You aren't going to fight anybody, are you, big fellow?"
Dan Roberts looked down at the stiff cock she was holding and he shook his head in a way that showed that he was appalled by his own venality. Rebecca began manipulating his cock and she began jerking him off feverishly. Then, she knew that he was close to coming and she dropped quickly to her knees and gobbled his cock into her mouth just as he began to spurt.
Cassie watched it all and she could see that Dan Roberts was enjoying the things that Rebecca's hot, clinging mouth were doing to him. Carol was watching, too, and she could sense a feeling of utter resignation and growing despair in the pretty blonde.
In a way, Cassie supposed, it was a shame that a lovely young girl like Carol was not married. She was having a horrid time with her nerves and she was unhappy and trying to recover from a most unhappy affair and she wished that she could make things better for the girl, but, Cassie realized, abruptly, she had problems of her own.
She sat on the ground, her arms still folded across her bare bosom, her legs tight together and she watched as Dan's glands erupted and flooded Rebecca's mouth with his load and the girl was swallowing it all, slowly, happily, her eyes closed, her hand busy between her own legs while the other one milked every drop of fluid possible from Dan's cock. Cassie could see that the girl was experiencing a rather special type of ecstasy and she envied her for a moment. She wished that she could enjoy sexual activities and be as other people are. She was convinced that she was too severely inhibited to ever change.
She looked at Dan Roberts and his gaze met hers. She blushed furiously and then she became interested in the things that Rebecca was doing to Dan's cock and balls and she knew that she was suddenly, inexplicably, being affected too. She could feel the oily, queasy stirrings in her loins and she was perilously close to coming. She felt a new wave of shame and humiliation coming alive within her as she realized what she was doing.
She was filled with a demanding, inexorable urge to do what Rebecca was doing to Dan Roberts. She was suddenly all mixed up. All at once, she adored Dan Roberts.
CHAPTER FIVE
His head was not quite right and he supposed that the girl, Rebecca had sucked his brains out of his cock. She just wouldn't quit and he was tired and hungry and when he looked at all of the naked girls around him, he lost his appetite for sex for a short time. Adam invited him to sit at one of the tables and he said that the girls would serve food for him and the two women that he had brought. He was very willing to sit and eat.
Cassie was not. She resisted the attempts that Adam's disciples made to invite her into the big community room and when she was finally forced to go out with Carol and him, she tried to shield her nudity as best she could. He thought that she was being silly, unnecessarily prudish, perhaps.
All of the others were naked and quite comfortable in the state that they were in. Carol didn't seem to care, and that worried him.
She was quiet, docile, behaving with a trancelike obedience that gave him a bit of alarm. Adam watched him as he looked at Carol when she sat down at the table. Her lovely breasts were streaked from being handled and the nipples were too red, too hard. Her crotch was also streaked and soiled.
Adam said, "She ain't nothing to worry a person. She'll shape up or we will give her a nice funeral. We got no use for zombies around here. You'll see."
Rebecca came to them, carrying trays of food on her arms. She handled the trays like an experienced waitress. He was tempted to ask Adam about the group but before he could ask, Adam began volunteering information.
"We ain't hippies," he said. "I can tell from the way you folks look at us that you think we are trash. Maybe we are. We are all college students that got tired of reading the books and trying to believe that it was like they say.
"I suppose that some of us were playing house right along, but the way we feel about things, we are dedicated to the determination to do as we please. That is our religion and we work at our faith."
"You seem to be hung up on sex, too," Dan said.
"You complaining?"
Dan shook his head. He could look around the room and see a half-dozen young and lovely girls, moving about their tasks in charming nudity. He was honest enough to admit to himself that he was enjoying the girls and their delightful bareness.
Adam was quite willing to talk about himself and his oddball bunch. "My real name is Leroy Haskell," he said, "and back in the city I was a salesman. Somehow, I got into this religion kick and there was this one little fellow, Barney Ford, and he was a real creep, but he had him a harem, lots of pretty girls that were hung up on sucking Barney's cock and fucking him whenever they got the chance and I found out that Barney had persuaded all those lovely young chicks that his balls were filled with the nectars of the gods and every time he pumped his load into their mouth or their cunts, they were receiving a kind of sacrament and they were therefore eager to service Barney any time he would let them do it.
"Now, a religious kick like that is for me. So, I persuaded Barney to let me become one of his disciples and then I became one of the elders of Barney's movement and I sort of took the play away from old Barney. One night Barney and I had a few words, in private, of course, and then Barney took off. He willed his harem and all of his followers to me.
"I guess I spent a year sorting my people out and then we decided to come out here for a year of meditation and experience and I must say that we are very happy here. Very happy."
Dan stared at the bearded leader. "How can you be happy here if you kill people and torture them?"
Adam grinned at him and Dan suspected that talk of murder and torture and the horrors that Adam and his followers spoke of so callously were not really acts that they actually did perform, yet, when he pressed Adam for further comment, the bearded man ignored the questions and talked of other matters.
"When we finish having a bite to eat," Adam said, "it will be time for a siesta. Then we will swim in our own warm underground pool and when our bodies are cleansed, we will begin a time of sexual orgies. The girls are eager to have fun with you in every possible way and I do wish that you would try to be cooperative. The females like you. They can make your stay here decidedly pleasant."
Dan smiled. "I don't really believe that you intend to murder us when you are tired of us. What do you have in mind?"
One of the bare young maidens was at the table, placing food in front of Dan, and she smiled at him. She had heard his question and she answered him in a way that he could not misinterpret.
"You might want to stay with us," she said. "This is what we always hope for with new people."
Adam said, "You'd be surprised how many new folks decided to join us when it was decided that we were going to make this trek into the wilderness.
"One of our converts found the way into this valley a long time ago and he agreed to bring us here. We have always felt that this is our own private Shangri-La and we have everything here that we could possibly want. So, we stay and we enjoy ourselves and we are completely devoted to the constant and never-ending search for new and greater pleasures. That is our purpose and our main activity."
There were several things about the picture that Adam was painting that left much to be answered. Dan asked questions. "You seem to be well stocked. How do you manage food and supplies?"
Adam grinned. "We have vehicles, of course. They are hidden in a very special place some distance from here. Those who go for supplies hike to where the vehicles are kept and then they go off into the nearest community and when they return we have ample supplies for several months again. We hunt and fish and grow our own organic vegetables."
"With all the activity that goes on around here," Dan said, "some of your females must get pregnant. What do you do then?"
"If such a thing should happen, we have two of our people who are doctors. They could deliver a child, if the need arose. But, it won't. Our people wish to devour the material that would impregnate the female. You see, our devout members believe that it is a sin to waste semen. And to discharge that delicious nectar into a vagina without purpose is unthinkable. Of course, we often fill up a cute little cunt and let somebody have a feast and, because we enjoy this sort of fun, many of the girls are on the pill and they are all amply supplied. So, you see, we are prepared for any eventuality."
"Except for visitors dropping in," Dan said.
Adam snickered and the girl serving them did, too.
"Oh, we like that best of all."
"You realize," Dan said, "that you are guilty of forcible rape and all sorts of perversions forced upon the girls who were with me. Those are very serious crimes."
"They sure are," Adam said. "We got lots more in mind for them. You just enjoy and keep out of trouble. We will take care of everything else."
Dan was hungry and the food was surprisingly good. He ate and much of the weariness and fatigue that had been in him seemed to vanish and he stretched and stood up. He noticed that Carol was moving about the cave with a charming grace and she seemed unaware of her nakedness. He found that he could enjoy looking at her and he was sure that Adam and his male counterparts would use the girl shamefully and often and there was nothing that he could do about it.
Cassie was walking about, too, carrying a tin plate that she filled with food. She settled down on a bench at a crude table and she appeared to have conquered her modesty. Her superb breasts were unprotected and he noticed that many of the males in the big room were looking at Cassie, admiring her, desiring her, too, perhaps. He watched her for a time and he could feel the vague stirrings deep within his loins and then they weren't vague at all, but vicious and vibrant and one of the young girls servicing the table smiled and reached out to grasp his stiffened organ.
He found himself moving away from the girl's grasp but Adam looked at him with a reproving gaze.
"You cannot deny my flock anything they ask of you," Adam said. "This cute little girl simply wants some nourishment. Who are you to deny her? Now, shall we tie you up or shall we decide that you are going to be cooperative?"
While Adam was talking, the young girl knelt and began sucking Dan's cock and a reply from him would have been wasted conversation. The girl began giving him head and he tried to drink some coffee while her eager and skillful mouth emptied him with swift and avid motions.
Adam smiled at him, watching it all. A moment later, Jacob and Noah joined them at the table and several young girls served them with food and when they were beginning to eat, two girls began sucking their cocks with great gusto.
Dan decided that it was much nicer and far more rewarding to simply become cooperative until such time as he could do something constructive about their escape. And, naturally, they would have to escape from these madmen.
He noticed that Cassie was glancing at him from time to time and he was very conscious of her nudity and her beauty. Carol, too, was beginning to come out of it and at one point, he looked at her and she gave him a twisted little smile.
When they were finished with their food, there was time for coffee and cigarettes and then Adam clapped his hands loudly and the next thing Dan knew, he was being led to a bed and the girls were tying him hand and foot again while one of the young men touched his chest with the needle-sharp point of a long knife.
"We will have us a siesta now," Adam said. "After we wake up, we will swim and cleanse our bodies in the pool yonder. Then we will see what we are going to do. We will take a vote."
Noah was sitting at the table, listening, nodding judiciously, playing his role of elder to the limit.
"There has been some talk," he said, "since you and the two girls arrived here and many are hoping that we can have a black mass and if they vote for that, you will be impressed by our devotions."
Adam smiled and his lips seemed too red, too ripe, too eager for sensual treats, Dan thought. He shook his head slowly, wishing that he could get comfortable on the padded pallet that he had been forced to occupy. There were many pallets like the one he was on and he watched as Carol and Cassie were forced to lie down on their backs, then their wrists and ankles were lashed to the stakes that were driven into the ground at some distance beyond each corner. He wondered what such beds were used for by the followers of Adam, or Leroy Haskell, which was his real name.
While he was thinking about the matter, a pretty little redhead settled down beside him so that she could fondle his sexual parts while she kissed him and did her best to enjoy his presence.
It annoyed him for a time when he saw the ease and speed with which his sexual interests could be stirred. The girl was using her hand to fondle his flesh and he developed an enormous erection while she was kissing his lips and sticking her little tongue into his mouth. "I will suck you off shortly," she said. "Then you will sleep for a while and then we will swim and cleanse our bodies. Then we will have some more fun. You will have a nice time."
"Like this?" he said.
The pretty little redhead laughed softly. The others were gone and he was aware of Cassie and Carol's nearness but everyone else seemed to be gone.
"These beds are for the ones who have been tried and condemned," the girl said. "Let us hope that you and your friends will not be punished. You are on these beds only because it is easy to restrain you and then, of course, I can do anything that I want to to all of you. Isn't that nice?"
A moment later she slid down and then he felt the warmth of her mouth absorbing his stiff cock and she was quick and eager to force the material she desired so avidly from his loins. She left him shivering and shaking from the intense assault upon his nerve endings and sensitive flesh, then she was gone and he turned his head and saw that she was ardently and passionately devouring the sweet flesh between Cassie's legs. He watched Cassie's writhings and fierce squirmings but she was helpless and the direct stimulation of the girl's tongue produced the desired torrent in short order and then the redhead feasted shamelessly and hungrily. In time, she finished with Cassie's overworked loins and then she was busy with Carol's crotch and she drove the pretty blonde stewardess half crazy with her frantic efforts.
Then the girl was gone and they were alone and they did not have anything to say to each other. He wished that he could do splendid things that would set them free and send them back to civilization again, but he knew that he could not. Cassie turned her face toward him and he could see the streaks on her cheeks, the fresh tears that welled from her eyes and she kept them closed, and the tortured, tormented look on her face was still apparent.
Carol seemed to be asleep. He knew that he was filled with a delicious feeling of lassitude and he suspected that the redhead had performed the duties of a capable succubus and she had drained him thoroughly robbed him of all strength. He supposed that she had done the same with the girls.
When he woke, he was surprised that he had slept. He was conscious of a feeling of extreme well-being, euphoria, perhaps, and he wondered how a short time of sleep could do so much for him. He turned his head to look at the girls and he saw that the pallets they had occupied were now empty.
He wished that he could have a smoke and while he was still thinking about that, a handsome young man and a very pretty little blonde girl walked into the chamber and began unfastening the thongs that held him prisoner on the bed.
"We have come to take you to the baths," the young man said. "The others have already joined the rest of us."
He looked at the little girl's plump breasts and their hard little nipples and he felt a quick stirring of his loins. The young man was well endowed and his pubic area was hairless and quite alluring to the girl. She kept glancing at his cock and she was smiling constantly. She handled Dan's cock and balls with a gentle touch and she leaned close so that she could kiss him. He thought of resistance but then he changed his thinking. He found that he liked having a pretty young girl fondling his genitals.
They helped him to get up onto his feet and he walked along with his new friends, through a long corridor at the far end of the cavern he had slept in. Presently, he emerged into a vast chamber that was filled with warmth and he saw that there was a big underground pool and it was filled with Adam's disciples, and, for a moment, Dan was reminded of pictures he had seen of the ancient Roman baths. The fact that these waters were so often the scene of orgies, too, made it all the more an apt analogy. Adam sat on the edge of the pool and he smiled as he noticed Dan's arrival. Cassie and Carol were in the water and he supposed that they would regard their chance to swim as a time of respite, a time when they could be covered even if it was only by water.
He dove into the pool and found that the water was warm and it felt like a gigantic sauna bath. As he swam, he tried to feel bottom with his feet but he could not do it. The pool was a hundred feet in diameter, perhaps, and while it had a freeform shape, the edges seemed to be the only shallow areas.
He swam to Cassie and Carol and found them unwilling to talk to him. He asked each how they were feeling at the moment and they ignored him. He could not recall having done anything to them that warranted such treatment but he supposed that they were still embarrassed in his presence because of the things he had seen that were done to them.
A cute little brown-haired nymph swam close to him and she gave him a big smile. She slid beneath the water and then she surfaced again and she was close enough to kiss. And that was what she had in mind. She began necking with him and he found that she was very well constructed. The water was very clear and he could see her naked breasts and when he handled them he realized that the water had not distorted his vision of her pretties. The girl moaned and moved closer to him. She was rubbing her slick, well-developed body against him and he was enjoying it. They kissed and held onto each other and the girl spent a lot of time kissing him and it disturbed him to find out that that was all that she wanted. After a time she smiled at him and then she slid off into the water and he realized that the girl was merely being friendly.
He swam for a time and then he sat down on the edge of the pool and he was sitting on a hard shelf that seemed to be rock or shale, he didn't know which. He knew that they were deep into the earth, but the light in the cave was bright, really quite remarkable, because there was no visible source of light, yet the vast subterranean chambers were all filled with a soft, radiant light that made the whole area bright.
The young people who were cavorting and splashing in the pool seemed to be excellent specimens of the younger generation, obviously healthy and in good spirits. Yet he knew that they would probably be considered to be moral lepers in the society that they had turned their back on. He wished that he could adopt their rules with the same candor that seemed to work so nicely for them. But he knew that he could not.
After a while the sight of naked bodies seemed to pall and he began watching Cassie and Carol. In spite of their complete immersion in the depths of the pool he was certain that they were the prettiest girls in the commune. He probed Cassie's face and he could see the bitterness there. He could see the utter desolation that was eating her alive.
He realized that he would have to effect their escape from the valley somehow. He would have to find the vehicles that Adam and his people used on their trips to get supplies. He would have to get Cassie and Carol away from Adam's hordes of eager and ambitious sex maniacs. It would not be easy, but he would do it.
While he was resting, sitting on the rim of the pool, a blonde girl with superb breasts and a hairless pubis, sat down beside him. She was sipping a drink of some sort in a paper cup and she had brought one for him. She handed it to him and her big blue eyes were twinkling. She seemed to be smitten with him and that was hardly possible because he could not recall having seen her before and he was sure that he would have noticed her if given the chance. She was decidedly lovely and she was turning him on just being so close, so nude.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Rachel. I hoped that you would want to visit with me and talk. I brought you some lemonade. I hope you like it."
"Thank you," he said politely. He took the paper cup from her and then he took a sip of its contents. It was lemonade and delicious. He took another sip and when she lit a cigarette and gave it to him, he took that, too.
"You know," he said, looking into her eyes, "all of you people have biblical names here but I'll bet your name was not Rachel in the outside world."
She laughed softly as she shook her head. "My real name is Sharon Corwin and I will be sixteen years old in two more months. I was smoking pot and goofing it up all over the place. Then I found out about Adam and his group and when I found out that they were hung up on fucking and sucking, I was wild to join up with them. I love sucking a prick, I love getting fucked in my cunt or my asshole, no matter. I love to eat cunt or cock, either way. You'll see. I just like to enjoy all of the sensations that my body can offer me and I want my partners to enjoy all that I can do for them, too. Sounds all right, doesn't it?"
She was very close and when she touched his lips with her soft, sweet mouth, he shivered. She was whispering words in between kisses and he realized that he was suddenly so hot and turned on he was almost ill. Her hand began fondling his stiffened cock and she was all smiles and swift, hot little kisses as she explained that she was hoping that they could have lots of fun for a while. He smiled at the girl, knowing that he wanted to have fun with her. He wanted that very much indeed.
The others were all ignoring them and he found himself looking for Cassie and Carol and he was not at all surprised to find them hiding in the water. There was a soft, transparent fog swirling above the pool and he supposed that it was induced or created by the heat of the water and a slight coolness in the atmosphere that was in the cave.
The girl, Rachel, was licking his mouth and kissing him and whispering, and he was beginning to feel a strange wooziness and a fierce surge of sexual excitement. She was handling his cock, slowly jerking him off and then she bent her head and her mouth captured his shaft just as it exploded. He could feel a raw, intensely pleasurable sensation when he came. It felt like his orgasm was magnified, intensified and his pleasure increased a hundredfold. The girl lifted her head up and her lips kissed him and she was shivering.
"It's the lemonade," she said. "I put some stuff in it. We don't know what it is, but it sure does turn people on. It is made from a weed that is plentiful here. Like grass. You don't have to eat much of it to get really blasted out of your mind. And, when you come it feels like your whole body is exploding in the very nicest way. But, if I hadn't got your goodies when I did, you would have popped, finally, without even being touched. That's how wild that stuff is."
He was conscious of a feeling of drunkenness and, when the blonde girl got up onto her feet, he could see the glorious beauty of her legs and her thighs and he ached with a quick desire to glue his mouth over the tiny slit that he could see spilling its sap onto the slippery thighs. She gave him her hand and he stood and his head was spinning. He could feel a stirring, squirming sensation in his balls and his cock was so stiff and rigid it was hurting him. She kissed him on the lips again and then she led him away from the pool toward another chamber that turned out to be a small, grass-covered room. She settled down on the grass and when she tugged on his hand, trying to bring him down beside her, he let her do it.
They embraced and her kisses were hot and slippery and her tongue was in and out of his mouth and their bodies seemed to be slippery, too. She slid beneath him and her fingers guided his cock into the mouth of her puckered opening and as it slid into her depths he could feel the tightness of her sheath and he was coming with savage, thrilling surges of unbridled passion and eager agitations. She was coming, too, and her hips slammed against his thighs, her bottom rubbed against him with a swirling, eager motion and then they shivered and clung to each other while the last vestige of an exceptional orgasm ran its course and finally disappeared.
Her bottom was constantly in motion, moving back and forth on his cock while her hands were busy plucking his balls, tickling them. Then it began to get good for them again and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her breasts were flattened against his chest, and their mouths clung tightly, their tongues busy with each other.
She was moving and shifting like a wild thing, and his hips were moving like busy pistons. He felt himself coming, he felt the hot burning ecstasies of ejaculation, and it made no difference in their frenzied movements. As soon as orgasm died out they began working on the next one.
His feverish and ambitious plunging and rearing lost her for a time and then she guided his dripping cock into her again and it was some time before he realized that she had guided his cock into her asshole. It did not seem to matter and there came a time when they rolled and for a while she was on top and she was squirming her bottom onto his stiff prong and then his body began to shiver and quake and she clung to him, whimpering and yelping in an excess of too intense ecstasy and when it was over that time, they collapsed and flowed together like one exhausted being.
It came as a surprise to him to discover that there were others in the chamber with them. He sat up and wished that he had a cigarette. A handsome young boy who was sitting close to him had a package of cigarettes close at hand. He handed the pack to Dan and then he moved so that he could begin licking and sucking the overflowing well that was between Rachel's quivering thighs.
Dan sat up and puffed on his cigarette. Rachel was half sitting up and she was smiling, patting the boy's head as he used his nimble tongue and hungry mouth to drain her loins of their treasures.
A handsome young couple were close to Dan and they were busy with a noisy and active sixty-nine. They were both boys and while Dan watched them, he realized that they were having a very grand time, enjoying each other. Some distance away, two very pretty young girls, their crotches devoid of hair, were also involved in a sixty-nine and they seemed to be having a good time, too. The girl, Rachel, was watching him, still patting the boy's head, occasionally shivering and shuddering and spending as the boy's tongue induced new and frequent orgasms.
Dan noticed that the thin fog was in this chamber, too, but the room was warm, very much so, and it all reminded him of a steam bath, but he just didn't care that much about steam at the moment.
A young man with long blond hair and a hairless crotch moved over to sit close beside him. The young man smiled at him and he could see that the boy was very much aroused, his cock standing stiff and straight against his belly. The boy reached out to touch Dan's cock and Dan did not protest. The girl Rachel bent over so that she could kiss him and whisper words again.
"Bunny wants to suck your cock," she said. "He is very shy but the boys say that he is very good. Now, you be nice to Bunny and let him have what he wants and you will have a very nice experience."
The blond boy smiled at him again and then the handsome young face seemed to fall apart as a surge of sexual energy overwhelmed the young man. He slid his mouth down over Dan's cock and as soon as Dan felt the warm little tongue, the fierce suction on sensitive flesh, he began coming and the boy began swallowing and he was shaking violently, thrilling to a brand-new sensation.
Rachel said, "Bunny is very good. He sucks cunt or cock equally well. I guess you could say that we all do." She kissed him, smearing the wetness of her mouth all over his lips. "That stuff that was in the lemonade is great stuff. It keeps you making sap faster than you can use it up. Tonight, I know that Adam plans to have us a black mass and your friends are going to have some fun, but, no matter how busy you are now, you will still be ready and eager for more fun and games tonight."
She was kissing him again and then she began to shiver and shake and she took her mouth away. "Excuse me a moment," she said. She bent and found the young man's cock and in seconds she was swallowing Bunny's copious fruits. She licked and sucked the stiff organ until she could get nothing more from it for the time being. Then she sat up and her cavalier used his tongue and clinging mouth to send her into an orbit of her own. When she was again able to speak, she licked her lips and smiled at him.
"Bunny is delicious," she said. "You should try him. After all, he is feasting on you, why shouldn't you enjoy him, too?"
He shook his head and she laughed at him. He noticed that the two girls who had been enjoying a violent sixty-nine were apart, sitting up and smiling at each other with very ardent affection. Two young men who were close at hand went to the girls and after a short time, the girls settled down on their backs, the boys mounted them and then proceeded to fuck them with great excitement and considerable gusto. The whole business, while it lasted was entirely enthusiastic, and when it was over the girls began again with a new and liquid sixty-nine.
The young man who was earnestly trying to drain his loins succeeded and an orgasm of great magnitude and exceptional pleasure swept through him and he wondered if it would be possible for him to harvest a goodly amount of the aphrodisiac that the people of Adam's group were using.
Bunny sort of drifted away from him and then he was aware of Rachel's sweet young mouth on his lips. Her tongue was again busy in his mouth and they were suddenly so excited that their teeth began clicking and banging together and he wished that he could get his mind straightened out but that seemed to be impossible.
He put his hand down between Rachel's smooth legs and he could feel the wetness in her slit. She was shivering and writhing as the throes of a new and even greater orgasm claimed her. She shook for a long time and he could feel the wetness on her skin, he knew that she was drenched with sweat and he was, too.
He was on his back and she was astride him, and he could feel the slipperiness of her split lips against his chest. She was capturing his cock, using her tongue to thrill it, to arouse it to new and even nobler exploits. Her sleek hips and her glorious buttocks were close to his face and when she slid her bottom backward so that his eager mouth could find the delicate little organ he suddenly craved so much, she found him eager to devour her.
He could feel her mouth sliding up and down on his inflamed prong and then he was filling her eager maw with the nectar she sought. He did something with his tongue in the sweet little mouth that he was sucking and then she was drenching his tongue, flooding his throat with her own special brand of honey.
He feasted. Shamelessly, devotedly.
CHAPTER SIX
She wondered if death was something like the things that she was experiencing in this weird and way-out place. Her mind was beginning to reassert itself and she was aware of what was going on all around her. She was something that Johnny wouldn't want now, even if she was able to call him and tell him that she was no longer a virgin and she was ready and eager for his efforts.
Carol Burke, eighteen, beautiful young stew, ex-virgin, ex-iceberg, now casual piece of ass for anyone who might want to try her out. She shivered as she stood chin deep in the warm waters of the vast underground pool and watched the others around her.
In a way, she felt a little sorry for Cassie Kimball. She had everything a girl could want and she was here and at the mercy of Adam and his people and they were all sex fiends and there was nothing that Cassie's money could do to help her. Not now. Nothing would help Cassie. And nothing would help her.
She did wish that she could be different. She wished that she could be casual about sex and accept its demands without being so straitlaced and inhibited. Cassie was standing in the water too, and then she began swimming and she went off into the soft, undulating mists that were floating above the surface of the pool. She was alone for a while and she looked at those who were having good times in the water and on the edges of the pool and she envied them their casual enjoyment of something that was not possible for her.
She wondered if her early years might have had something to do with the way she felt about things now. She remembered the things that she had seen and almost immediately a feeling of revulsion and distaste came alive in her and she was saddened by the things that she had to think about. Someone said once that the children of sin are usually those most beautiful of all. She had heard her mother say that time and time again and she knew that her father and mother had known each other only casually. And she grew up seeing how that could be her mother's way.
Norma Burke was a pretty girl, a voluptuous blonde hoyden, with soft, gentle eyes and a wide, sexy smile. Norma Burke was a rape case looking for a place to happen, and she was the one who was always saying it. She was very proud of her kid, Carol, and each new boyfriend got to meet the tow-headed girl who was growing up too quickly to suit Norma. But, Carol was sure that her mother loved her and wanted her and she managed to close her eyes to a lot of things.
She knew that her mother was sleeping with lots of different men but she didn't really know what that sort of living involved. Then one night she found out and she was never the same afterward. She was thirteen and her mother was always showing her off and there had been some unpleasant experiences with the men that her mother brought into the house. She tried to keep herself busy as much as she could, and she tried to keep to herself but that was not easy in the small apartment that she and her mother shared.
One of Norma's boyfriends was young and decidedly too aggressive, she thought. His name was Clyde and he drove a truck and he had met Norma somehow, somewhere, and they were friends. Clyde started coming to the house a lot and she knew that he and Norma were having sex every time they got the chance, but she tried to close her eyes.
Clyde brought his friend, Ronnie, to the house one evening and it bothered her the way the two of them kept staring at her. They were having drinks and when she decided to go to bed, she said good night to Norma and her company and she went into her room. There was no lock on her door and just as she was falling asleep, she realized that someone was in the room with her. She sat up and there was some light, enough to know that Clyde's friend, Ronnie, was sitting on her bed, regarding her with a stupid, drunken look. She stared at him, frightened out of her wits.
He reached out and his hands went inside the top of her pajamas and then he was candidly handling her bare breasts and he seemed to be enjoying himself. She was terrified and she gasped at his first touch.
"Shut up and don't make a sound," he told her in a quiet tone. "You make a sound and I'll kill you. I'm not going to hurt you. Handle you some, maybe, sure, but hurt you, no. You just shut up, you hear?"
He squeezed her nipples in a way that produced agony but he was waiting for an answer. She nodded and then he laughed softly. "Your old lady is getting her ass fucked right now," he said, "and they won't be too interested in anything else. You just be a good girl and let Ronnie have some fun and you won't get hurt. Now, you just enjoy."
He put his mouth on hers and she could taste the faint flavor of booze and cigarette smoke on his breath. Then he used his hand to push her pajamas down and then his fingers were in between her legs and she was weeping quietly, hideously. He put his mouth on her breasts and he sucked them while his fingers played between her legs. She felt his big fat finger sliding into her vagina and she squirmed and shuddered, reacting involuntarily to direct stimulation. She knew that she was very wet between her legs and Ronnie was sliding his fat finger in and out of her. She could not disguise the quick, convulsive spasms that occurred when she had an orgasm and she hated herself for being so vulnerable, so venal.
He found her hand with his unoccupied hand and then she was holding his bare penis. It was hard and stiff and sort of dribbling all over her fingers. He told her to move her hand up and down while she held it and she seemed to like doing that to him and that appalled her.
A new and awful sense of sexual excitement and lust seemed to possess him and she felt his hands on her head. Then he was pushing her face into his lap, and she tasted the tip of his organ. Then it was in her mouth and he was ejaculating and she was gagging because be shoved his organ down her throat and his material poured down her throat too and she felt herself losing consciousness as her head began to spin and her mind seemed to dissolve into hideous terror.
When she regained her senses, she was alone in the bed and her pajamas were torn, her bed was soaked, because she had apparently wet herself, and she could smell the pungent odor of his semen in her bed, too.
She got out of the covers and went into the bathroom and she was crying, the tears sliding down her cheeks, her body aching and shuddering because of the outrages that had been forced upon it.
She sat in a hot tub and in time she was able to decide that she had not been harmed, not really. She had been forced to swallow the man's semen, she had been forced to endure his touch upon the most intimate parts of her person, and she had been handled rather badly, but she still had her life, she had not been sexually assaulted, and there was every reason to hope that she could forget the things that had been done to her.
When she got back into her bed after changing the linens, she could not sleep. She thought about the things that had been done to her and she decided that she would say nothing to anyone. In the morning she went off to school, as usual and she was sure that she could forget the whole business. But it was not that easy.
Her experience with Ronnie made her feel unclean, used, abused too perhaps, and she could not drive the happenings of the night from her mind. Her time in school that day was not at all the usual pleasant experience. Instead, she kept looking at all of the other youngsters, sure that they were staring at her and guessing at the things that she had done during the night. That was not at all sensible and she knew it, but it was the way her mind was working and there was nothing that she could do about it.
Ronnie came to her home again and again and she lived in terror for a long while. She was sure that he would invade her bedroom again and do other things to her, but he did not. For a time she felt rejected, unwanted. She was never able to be sensible about sex and she would vacillate from a time of pure terror and dread, expecting to be molested by the ambitious Ronnie and when he did not attempt to assault her, she worried that she was not attractive enough to warrant further interest from him. That worried her more than anything else.
Then she found out why there was little interest in her and she supposed that her revulsion for sex or its practitioners stemmed from that awful night when she stood in a closet, watching her mother being abused sexually by two men, and when she realized that her mother was enjoying it all, her disgust overwhelmed her.
She had been given money to go to the movies after the evening meal and she got dressed and started out for the show. Halfway there, she realized that she had left some change that she wanted to spend on candy in her jeans. The jeans were hanging in her closet and she decided to hike back home again and get the money. She went into the apartment and found that Clyde and her mother's best beau, George, a tall, slender redhead, were with her in the kitchen. They were having some drinks and she heard George ask Norma where the kid was and Norma laughingly replied that she had been sent to the movies.
"Why don't you blow both of us right away?" Clyde said, "Otherwise we will blow our lump just fooling around with you."
"All right," Norma said, smiling. "Come on into the bedroom so that I can get at it all."
She went into her closet and began searching for the money in her jeans and she realized quickly that that was a tactical error. Once inside the closet, she was trapped because her mother and the two men entered Norma's bedroom, which adjoined her own. The door was opened partially and she could see everything, hear everything with a sort of terrible clarity, and she was to remember the things that she saw forever.
Norma was smiling, enjoying the admiration of the two men, and she reached for each one's crotch. She got their pants open and then she unbuckled their belts and dropped their pants so that she could cup her palm beneath their balls and lick the head of each cock in a windshield wiper pattern.
"Jesus," Clyde said, "You'd better suck me right away or I'll waste it all. I'm just too damned hot to keep."
Norma smiled up at him and she took the head of his cock into her mouth and then she was sliding it in and out of her mouth while her cheeks were all sucked in and Norma was exerting great pressures and talents upon Clyde's organ and then it was spilling into her mouth and Carol remembered the way Ronnie's juice had tasted and she was revolted while she stood and watched her mother eagerly swallowing Clyde's juices. Then she turned her attention to George's big cock and she did the same thing to him. Carol was shivering in the closet and she was afraid that they would learn of her presence, but they did not.
She watched her mother get undressed in front of the two men and she had to admit that her mother's body was beautiful.
Norma had long, plump breasts with tiny nipples. The rosettes were a pale coral and she had the pure white skin of the true blonde. The two men were handling her breasts with their eager fingers and she stood and let them have their way with her and she was obviously enjoying their touch.
Clyde raised Norma's skirt and his hands began fondling and caressing her plump buttocks, occasionally sliding forward to part the lips of her sexual organ. Each time his fingers slipped into her slimy valley, Norma giggled and she shook violently. She was suddenly naked and the men's hands were everywhere and Norma didn't seem to care. She was using her hands on their stiff cocks and it all became a weird sort of frenzied program.
Clyde laid down on the bed and Norma got onto the bed too. She sat down on Clyde's cock and he held it straight up so that Norma could slide it up into her body. Then she laid her torso down on Clyde's chest and she began squirming her bottom around and he was easing himself into her and then withdrawing and Norma was having herself a wonderful time.
"Make way for an asshole fucker," George said boisterously. He knelt behind Norma's bottom and between Clyde's legs and then he was easing his big cock into Norma's rear end and she shifted her bottom in a way that showed she was being pleased enormously by George's active rod in her asshole. She began moving her body around and then she was panting and squealing and the men were loud and gluttonous in their enjoyment of Norma's pretty young body, but she seemed to be the one enjoying it most. She could see the way the flesh of Norma's sexual parts clenched and worked when orgasm came, and when the men came, too. She could see it all and a wave of shame and revulsion overcame her and she wished only that she could get away and no one would ever know that she had seen anything. But that was not to be. The sexual orgy that was taking place only a short distance away from her went on and on and she watched it all, revolted and ashamed of her mother.
The hours went on and her mother's lovers finally ran out of steam and juices and then they decided that it was time for them to go home. Norma got dressed and she fixed coffee and cake for her two male friends and while they sat in the kitchen, enjoying the dessert that Norma gave them, Carol escaped from the closet and she went out of the house quietly. Later, when she went back home after returning, supposedly from the movies, she found her mother in bed and asleep.
After that night she and her mother grew farther and farther apart and, if she noticed it, Norma probably chalked it up to the fact that her daughter was growing up. As soon as she could, Carol left home and began on her own. She worked to put herself through her college semester and when she became friends with a girl who worked as a stew, she decided that that was the life she wanted.
Meeting Johnny and falling in love were things that she had not planned for and so she had reacted quite viciously to his cold propositions. Now she was in worse trouble. Thinking about the things that had been done to her suggested that her mind had closed its doors and saved her from considerable trauma. She could remember the pain of her initial assault and then there were times of great sensations that were indeed pleasurable and then her mind seemed to warp out again and she drifted in a haven of half-remembered fantasies.
Now she was content to stand in the warm waters of the pool and enjoy the calming benefits that she was experiencing. She swam for a time and she placed her hands over her plump, pointed breasts and she squeezed them, hurt them, and then she wondered why she did it. She could feel the swift, stabbing currents of raw sensation and that was amazing. She had supposed that her sexual sensations had been turned off at their source. She was not sure whether she was glad that they were not as dulled as she had supposed.
The shrill blast of a whistle surprised her, but it was only one of Adam's helpers calling an end to the swim period. The people who had been gamboling in the water climbed out and she noticed that there were many couples who left the pool area with their arms around each other and their evidences of love quite apparent for all to see.
She wished that there was someone who loved her. She was lonely, she realized, and that was a horrid thought. There were so many people around her but no one cared about her and she wished that it could be otherwise.
She got out of the pool, too, and there were girls waiting to attend to her and Cassie, too. The girls led them into another chamber and they were given a pair of shorts and a bra and she was glad to be clothed again. Cassie wore the rags that she had been given quite proudly. She was solemn-faced, Carol saw, waiting to see what was to happen next, probably.
Dan Roberts was led away by a pair of tall young men. She wondered where they were taking him and what they would do with him. She was sure that Dan represented the only hope of escape that they had. If he was hurt or incapacitated they would have to stay in this weird valley for as long as Adam decreed.
The girls who were looking after her and Cassie seemed to be quite happy about things. They were very willing to talk and to tell her what was to come later on.
"We will all get dressed and then there will be a big feast and after we have rested, there will be a black mass that will take up most of the night." The girl who spoke was a very shapely blonde with big dark eyes and a slow, sexy smile. The other one was a brunette with a cute set of dimples on either side of her wide, full-lipped mouth.
The blonde had more to say. "The radio is now saying that you people are presumed to be lost or dead, so now Adam has decreed that you belong to us. Tonight, at the height of the black mass we will adopt you and accept you into our bosom. And then you will each be one of us."
Carol was tempted to ask what would happen should they decide that they did not want to be one of the group. The answer she might get could be frightening. She decided not to ask anything.
They were conducted through a maze of tunnels and labyrinthian passageways and then they were outside in the areaway that was covered by the overhanging mountains. There were tables groaning with food and fruits and Carol and Cassie were seated at one of the large tables.
The girls who were their companions, or guards, perhaps, invited them to eat and Carol was a bit surprised to find that she was hungry. Cassie seemed to be famished too. They began eating and the food was delicious. When they were done with their meal, there was coffee and cigarettes. Later, they were served a soft drink that tasted just like lemonade. Carol drank several glasses of the concoction and she decided that she liked it. Cassie seemed to enjoy the soft drink too and while she said nothing, Cassie did seem to be a bit more cheerful.
The day was gone and the grotto was lit by candlelight and the brightness of many fires. The people of the valley were split up into groups of three or four, sometimes more, and they were all clothed and conducting themselves in a subdued and rather sedate fashion for them. Carol wondered why the sudden change and she listened very carefully while one of the girls talked with Cassie, explaining the significance of the black mass for all of them. The way the girl talked about it, the black mass was a time of orgies and excesses and a rededication to the devil and all of his amusements.
"We will dress you girls in your sacrificial robes and we will conduct you to the altar and see to it that you are prepared for your initiation into Adam's organization."
Bitterly, Cassie said, "We don't want to be initiated into Adam's organization."
"Yes, you do," the girl said calmly. "The alternative is death. You can perform splendidly on the altar or you can die upon it. The choice is yours."
There was no more talk and Carol allowed the girls to lie her down upon a table that was covered with a rubber sheet and she was quite still as soft hands massaged her body and rubbed a fragrant lotion into her skin. They were especially delighted to rub the lotion into her crotch and her delicate flesh there. One girl slipped a finger into each of her openings and she whimpered in sudden reaction to the lotion's sting. It was really a pleasurable sensation and she was aware of a sudden sexual ardor that was not at all like her. She was squirming as she began to feel the smarting, tingling sensation of the lotion everywhere. It was a wild sort of feeling and when the girl attending her slipped her finger into her body she responded with a drenching orgasm that amazed her. The girl smiled at her and she manipulated the finger some more until Carol's flesh achieved a clenching, twitching spasm that furnished her with a time of pure sexual ecstasy. When she began to calm, the girl leaned over so that she could brush Carol's lips with her own. She kissed her sweetly, almost tenderly.
"It's the lemonade that you drank," the girl said. "It turns people on really wild. It is the damndest aphrodisiac we have ever seen. It really is. But, I guess you know by now. It gets even wilder as time goes on. You will have a grand time tonight."
She looked at Cassie and saw that she was being handled in much the same way. The girl attending Cassie was busy dressing her in gossamer and peekaboo clothes and she shivered as the girl attending her began to do the same things to her that were being done to Cassie.
There was a wispy bra with cutouts that permitted the nipples to protrude in a way that was almost obscene, she thought. The girl had a makeup kit and she tinted the rosettes with wet-looking lip tints that were very much in vogue at the time. The nipples were tinted a bright, alluring red. There was a gossamer blouse that fitted over her torso and wispy pantaloons of the same material for the lower half. Her crotch was shaved and then smoothed with depilatories and then the pantaloons were put on. Her pubis was bare and the girl took a lipstick brush to letter words above her sexual cleft. The words were "Kiss me." She shivered as she saw the letters on Cassie's smooth pubis and she realized that the letters they put on her must be the same ones.
There were cuffs of velvet-covered leather and the girls put them on each wrist, then there were others for each ankle. There was little talk. The girls who were doing things to her and Cassie seemed to know exactly what they were doing and there was a general lassitude in her that kept her from resisting. She was conscious of a growing, gnawing excitement in her loins and she wondered if people could be sexually aroused against their will. If she was any indication, they certainly could be.
The girls brushed her hair and then tied it back with ribbons. The girls who were with them seemed to be very artistic at makeup and when she looked into a mirror that one of the girls put up on a table, she was amazed to find that she was lovely beyond her wildest dreams.
"Now you look your loveliest," the girl told her. "You two will give your souls and your bodies to our great leader, Adam, father of mankind, guardian of our lives. Now, come along, both of you."
She glanced at Cassie and she could see that the beautiful blonde was moving in a sort of trance. She obeyed each command and she seemed to have no will of her own. The girls took up the velvet ropes that dangled from a wristlet and they began leading her and Cassie through some more corridors and she noticed that there were lights along their way, small torches burning with flickering tongues of flame. It did seem to her that Adam and his followers had brought many of the outside conveniences to the valley. And there seemed to be no shortages of materials or anything else. Adam and his flock were living in rustic luxury and they deprived themselves of nothing.
There was a quality of unreality about the scene that she found herself in and she was sure that it had to be a fantasy, induced perhaps by the strange drink that she had enjoyed so much, but there were periods of great lucidity and she could see Cassie walking along in front of her, garbed in the same transparent materials. Cassie's buttocks shifted and moved bewitchingly and she shifted her gaze, shamed by a swift onrush of passion and an eagerness to touch the smooth, shapely buttocks in front of her.
She was sure that the drinks she had had were doing that to her and she wished that she could think sensibly and connectedly. Every little once in a while she could realize that she and Cassie had been carefully groomed and dressed for a purpose. When she tried to decide what that purpose might be, her mind slithered away and she moved like a robot. Cassie was moving like a person in a trance, too.
Her mind seemed to drop off into one of those times of nothingness and then she was alert again and she and Cassie were in a large, high-domed cavern and there was light streaming down onto a raised dais. The dais was large, too, and there were several crudely fashioned couches and they were draped with black velvet. There were candles flickering everywhere and she noticed that the vast chamber of darkness beyond the dais was crowded with people.
The girl who was her guard forced her to lie down on her back and then she was shackled so that she could not move. They did the same to Cassie and when she saw that Cassie's legs were spread so that her sexual parts were visible and rather fetchingly displayed to the audience, it occurred to her to notice that she was displayed in the same way.
There was a time of silence and she could hear the rustling of garments and the sounds of breathing and coughing and then a great and collective sigh seemed to rise from the audience and Adam and Jacob and Noah were on the crude stage with them. There were others who appeared close to her, too.
Rebecca was close to her, Naomi and Sarah were near, too. Each of them were fully covered by black silk robes and when Adam stepped forward to address his flock, a loud, ragged moan filled the cavern with weird sound. Adam lifted his hands high and then he began to talk to his flock in a loud and unfamiliar way. It was a chant and his people knew it by heart, apparently, because there were times when Adam would stop speaking or chanting and his followers would bleat like unhappy sheep and then they would become silent and Adam would go on with his recitation.
In time, Adam ran out of chants and he stood, head bowed, hands folded across his middle a deep silence seemed to fill the vast cave.
"And now my friends," Adam said finally, "it is time for us to rededicate our souls to Lucifer and to enjoy the gifts that he has sent our way. Now, let us speak to our leader and let us once again tell him of our devotion to him."
There was another chant and they all knew it and the cave echoed and reverberated with the noise of their enthusiastic chants. When the chant ended, Adam lifted his hands high again and his voice sounded loud and harsh in the silence.
"And now," he said, "we have three pilgrims who will drink deeply of the fountain of strength. They are, Carl, Sandra, and Lois. Each has been assigned a fountain and we now stand ready to fulfill their efforts. The girls may come forward and claim their rewards."
Adam whisked his robe off and stood naked and aroused before his people. His cock was shining under the light, stiff and enormous. He stood still for a moment as Noah and Jacob removed their robes and moved up to stand beside him. They too were enormously ready for sexual activity.
The girls moved onto the stage and a tiny blonde girl knelt in front of Adam's stiff prong. She began licking it and kissing it and her body was swaying and moving in a weird sort of early ecstasy. Then she took Adam's immense organ into her mouth and she began sucking him off, bobbing her head up and down while she worked. Carol realized that it took her awhile to notice that the girls were all stark naked, too.
She watched it all and she could see that the males would not last any time at all and she seemed to think it was really quite nice when each of the cocks erupted and the girls began swallowing, slowly, eagerly. The men were patting the girls on their heads, exhorting them to drink deeply of the fountain of strength and the girls were very glad to obey. Then it was over and Adam exhorted his flock to enjoy the sacrificial procedures that would take place next.
"Enjoy each other fully, my children," he said. "Now you may taste each other, fill each other, do that which you wish. Now, bring on the mastodon for our pretty little visitors."
Two young girls walked into the pool of brightness and they were leading Dan Roberts. He was not entirely aware of what was taking place but his cock was fiercely erect and as he stood, docile, waiting, his organ was dribbling the juices of his loins.
Adam said, "It is fitting that this splendid specimen should induct our sacrificial neophytes into the ways of Lucifer. The mastodon shall fill their cunts with his bursting cock and with the massive dosages within him, he shall perform beautifully. He will fuck these lovely young things and then those of you who wish to, may use them in any way you like."
Adam clapped his hands and then one of the girls holding Dan Roberts' leash led him to the vee of Cassie's crotch. The big man shivered and then he bent over so that he could do that which was expected of him. Carol was able to watch as one of the girls bent Dan's cock downward so that she could place it at the opening between Cassie's legs. He was shoving his cock into the wet flesh then and Carol watched, shaking and twitching with raw desires that she couldn't quite identify. Cassie was enjoying Dan's efforts and she could see that they were both shaking and squirming in sweet agony and their loins gathered and spent themselves. She supposed that it would all be over but it was not.
Dan was led away and a pretty girl began eating Cassie's cunt and then a young man was pushing his cock into Cassie's mouth and she was actually sucking it. Another male was handling her breasts and it was obvious that Cassie had been turned over to the multitude to be used any way they desired.
Then Dan Roberts eased his big cock into her and her flesh was so sensitive, so alive with responsive nerve endings, she could not exert any control over her organs and she seemed to be coming steadily, each orgasm following right on the heels of the one that preceded it. It was a time of uninhibited sensual ecstasies and she would be ashamed of her venality after it was over but she could not help herself. She was caught up in frenzied spasms of sheer sexual lust and her body became indecently involved in bliss. She could feel every motion of Dan's cock inside her body and when he began spurting in her depths she joined him in a monumental orgasm that became so intense, she could not sustain herself and she fainted, overcome by an excess of sensual frenzy.
She woke later and found that the animals were at her. A young girl was nursing on the fruits of her passions, sucking fiercely and licking her supersensitive flesh and she knew that she was whimpering in blissful anguish, too weakened to be conscious of her own sinfulness.
They had shifted her body and her legs were held high in the air by ropes that dropped from the ceiling. One man was contentedly fucking her in the wrong place while a handsome young boy was licking her slit and feasting upon the nectars that had been deposited there. She was ablaze with fierce sexual lusts and she had someone's cock in her mouth and when it spilled its fruits she simply swallowed it all and went right on with her nursing.
She knew that Dan Roberts was down on the ground somewhere close to her. She could see what was being done to him and she wondered if he was enjoying himself. One pretty girl was licking his asshole and tonguing frenziedly while another girl licked and sucked his cock. Another young girl was astride his mouth and he was frenching her quite capably, and in spite of the things that were taking place, it seemed that everyone was having a very good time. She was enjoying it all and she knew that that was not right. Dan Roberts was in his glory, too, it seemed.
They had shifted Cassie's legs and her body too and she was being fucked in each hole by a long line of handsome young men who waited patiently to fuck her. Then, a girl would feast for a while and cleanse her loins and then another stud would move in and it would happen all over again. One of the men was built exceptionally large and when he rammed his stiffened club into Cassie's body, she screamed and those who were around her laughed.
Carol wondered if she and Cassie and Don would be able to speak to each other after it was all over. Even if they were rescued now, would they ever be able to scrub themselves clean and wholesome again? Somehow, she doubted it.
She became aware of a handsome young man who was standing beside her head, bent so that he could kiss her lips and when he pushed his cock into her mouth, she shivered and began sucking as contentedly as any experienced fellatrice. She realized, with a sick certainty, that she was enjoying it all. She flicked her tongue against the smoothness of the boy's cock and then he was gushing in her mouth and she was using her fingers to milk him dry. She was using the other hand to fondle his dangling balls and the boy was handling her breasts and squeezing the nipples and she was in a blissful state for a long time.
Her mind went off of the rails again and she dozed, but when she woke, she was conscious of great agitation and extreme stimulation between her legs. When she opened her eyes and managed to look downward, she found that there was a huge dog licking her vulva. Each time the big tongue would make a lingering journey from the base of her spine to the top of her pubis, some of her product would be expelled and the dog was eager for every drop, so it was a continuing process, a period of exceptional torment, but the pleasurable sensations that she could feel seemed to make it all worthwhile and utterly delightful.
She wriggled herself into a position that was a bit more comfortable and she was sure that she was a new and sudden convert to Adam's way of life. She had certainly discovered the key word in Adam's philosophy and she was ready to embrace it fully.
The word was enjoy. Enjoy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She woke in a place of sunlight and when she tried to move her legs, she could feel the quick and painful twinges. She had been badly used and she wondered if she would ever again take her place in society and be able to function the way Cassie Kimball would have to function.
She sat up and found that she was alone. They had carried her to this chamber, obviously. It had to be close to the outer world because it was sunlight that was in the room with her. She was naked and her body was streaked with the vestiges of too many spillings and drenchings from others. She stretched and was very much amazed to find that everything worked. She walked around the room she was is. Someone had thoughtfully placed cigarettes and matches in the room with her and she got a cigarette going and then she felt very much refreshed.
She wished that she could bathe. She wished that she could wash it all out of memory and her consciousness. She hated herself for a while, then she remembered that she had done nothing very willingly. She had been a bad convert, she supposed. She decided at that moment that she was going to escape. It was not brilliant thinking, she supposed, but she had to get away from such fiends. They were destroying her.
She looked up as a girl walked into her chamber. The cute little blonde was naked and she smiled at Cassie as she helped herself to one of the cigarettes from Cassie's pack.
"I have come to take you to the pool," the girl said. "You need a bath. But, I suppose you know it."
"Yes," Cassie said, "I know it."
She went along with the girl without saying anything. They went through the corridors of the caverns and when they got to the pool she was not surprised to find that there were others there, too.
She saw Dan Roberts standing on the edge of the pool and when she realized that she was staring at his cock and his balls, her face burned and she wished that she could simply look elsewhere. Dan looked at her and he walked over to her. He smiled and she wished that he would leave her alone.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
She didn't answer him for a moment. The girl who had brought her to the pool wandered off to talk to others and Cassie used the moment of privacy well.
"I've got to escape," she said tensely. "Please help me."
Dan Roberts nodded and his smile didn't change a bit. "I am trying to help you," he said. "Trust me. I'll get us out of here. One thing, though, I'm not sure that your friend Carol wants to leave anymore. She seems to have gone native."
Cassie glanced at Carol who was arm in arm with a handsome young man and they seemed to be quite fond of each other.
"I can't help that," Cassie said. "I have to get out of here while I still have some sanity left. If you will help me, I will promise not to prosecute you for forcible rape or assault, or any of the other things you did to me. I promise."
He looked at her in a way that made her feel like shriveling up and hiding somewhere. "I was forced to do what I did to you," he said stiffly. "Remember, I had no other choice. You might keep in mind that under other circumstances I might not have wanted you. You are no bargain sexually, believe me."
She was trembling and she knew that she was close to tears. If he looked at her again the way he had a moment or two earlier, she knew that she would weep. And that was not the thing to do in front of him. "We don't need to quarrel," she said stiffly. "I will reward you in any way you like if only you will get me out of here. Name your price and you can have it."
"I'll do what I can," he said. "That isn't something you just up and do. We will have to have help. Someone who knows how to get out of here, someone who knows where they have the vehicles hidden. It won't be easy."
She looked at him, hoping that he would not notice her trembling, or that she was imploring him to get her out of the hideous mess she was in.
"I will do the best I can," he said. "I don't want to stay here either."
She was the eternal feminist and she could not resist staring at him and saying, "I don't know why. This could be a real paradise for you. You have had lots of fun so far."
He shook his head at her. "Not really. When I make love to a girl I like it to be my own idea and my own inclination."
"You did all right anyway," she said spitefully.
"For now," he suggested, "let's swim and get clean and when we go back to the area where we have our food, perhaps I can figure out a way for us to get back to the plane, at least. Once we are free of these people we can find a way out of this valley, I'm sure. If they could find a way out, we can find a way out, too. Trust me."
"I will," Cassie said.
They became silent then and he moved off to swim and loaf in the warm waters and she tried to keep to herself so that she could try to think and plan what their hope for escape could be. Somehow she had great faith in Dan Roberts.
The swim period did not last for very long and when it was over, they were all herded to the open air and the vast clearing that was outside the caves.
She put shorts and a halter on and she seemed to feel much better after she was covered. Dan Roberts got into some shorts, too, and when she looked around, she saw that Carol had also gotten dressed.
It was very early in the day and she could see that most of the girls were busy with tasks. They were preparing lunch and when one of the girls asked her to help, she agreed. The girl who talked to her was a blonde with big gray eyes and a beautiful figure. Her name was Ruth and she was hardly more than fourteen. She began talking with Cassie and it seemed that she was trying to be friendly. She and Cassie were peeling potatoes and other girls were taking them away as soon as they were ready. It seemed that it required a lot of potatoes to feed Adam's flock. Cassie was not very capable but she tried, glad to have something to do.
"You want to escape, don't you?" the girl asked. She was practically whispering.
Cassie stared at her, wondering if she was being set up for something, but she was beyond caution, it seemed. She looked at the blonde and she nodded her head. "That is no secret," she said. "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you can help us to escape from this awful place."
Ruth smiled at her. She was silent while one of the other girls gathered up the pile of peeled potatoes. When they were alone again, the blonde lit a cigarette from a pack on the wooden table. She blew a long streamer of smoke upward, then she leaned close to Cassie, confiding, "I know where they hide the jeeps and the cars and I know how to find the pass out of here. You and your guy take off this afternoon and hide out somewhere close to where the plane landed. I'll find you sometime during the night or early in the morning. They won't bother looking for you. They know you will have to return to the caves or starve to death. After I locate you in the morning, I'll take you to the jeeps and out of here."
"You do that and I will send you a thousand dollars to any address you name," Cassie said.
Ruth smiled. "You are going to take me out of here, too. I have had it with this bunch. Your girl friend, the blonde, will want to stay. She has herself a guy and she is crazy about him. They are always fucking. Always. She has it made right here."
"Maybe," Cassie said, "but I will have to ask her anyway."
"You do that," Ruth said. "As soon as daylight comes tomorrow morning, you and your guy be at the plane and we will get on our way."
"He isn't my guy," Cassie said.
Ruthie gave her a long, searching look. "Wanna bet?" she said.
They were silent again because others came to their table and there were more vegetables for them to peel. There was little chance for privacy after that.
Lunch was a long, drawn-out affair and everyone seemed to be tired. There was little sexual activity and the girls seemed willing to linger at their meal, knowing that they would have the chores of cleaning up again once they were finished eating. Cassie noticed that Carol was very much taken with a handsome young man she had been spending a lot of time with and she suspected she knew the answer to her question even before she asked it. And she was right. Carol didn't want to escape.
Cassie got a chance to talk to Carol while the girls were clearing the tables. She gave her a cigarette and she lit one for herself, too. During the moment or two of privacy, she explained things to Carol. "Dan Roberts and I are going to escape from here," she said. "One of the girls will show us how to get away. Do you want to go with us?"
Carol stared at her and she could see a glimmer of joy shining in the blonde girl's eyes. She shook her head. "No," she said. "I want to stay. Don't worry about me. I'll be all right. I think I've found what I've been looking for here with these crazy people. I will stay."
Cassie smiled at her. "All right," she said. "But, you will keep our secret?"
"Of course," Carol said. "You know I will."
She found a chance to explain things to Dan Roberts later in the day. There was another swim period and she noticed that many of the couples were ready for sexual fun and games. She was relieved when no one bothered her. She sat on the edge of the pool, feeling the warmth of the slate beneath her bare bottom and it was a welcome sensation. She was badly hurt in many places and while she knew that the abused flesh would heal and recover, the damages done to her psyche were quite another matter.
Dan Roberts sat down beside her and she resisted the urge to move away from him. She was going to need him and she would have to stifle her dislike. She could not forget that he had used her. She had felt his big cock in her vagina and in her rear end, too. She was sure that at one time during her time of initiation on Adam's altar, she had been forced to suck Dan Roberts' cock and swallow its discharges. She could not ever forget his callous use of her and she would always hate him.
But now she needed him and she would have to keep her feelings to herself. She smiled at him when he settled beside her and when she was sure that they were unobserved and enjoying a time of privacy, she told him about her deal with Ruth and Carol's determination to stay where she was. He listened to her and they talked for a time. It was decided that they would leave during the confusion that followed the evening meal. He was quite sure that he could lead them back to the area where the jet had crashed and they could wait out the night and meet the girl, Ruth, in the morning.
"Perhaps we had better not seem to be too friendly," Cassie suggested.
He nodded and when he slid into the pool and she was alone, Cassie wished that she had not suggested he leave her. She was naked and the way he had been looking at her breasts and her crotch indicated a more than casual interest in her body. That was a distressing thought to her.
She became aware of others around her and the things that they were doing. Adam, the leader, was laying upon his back only a few feet away from her. A pretty young girl was laying with her head on Adam's belly while his cock was deep in her mouth and she was sucking him contentedly. A young man was eating the girl and she was having herself a grand time.
A young couple emerged from the waters of the pool in front of her. They settled down on the warm ledge of stone and then she watched as the two of them began necking and playing with each other's genitals. The young girl was eager to suck the big cock she was handling and Cassie watched them as they slid into a fervid sixty-nine. The girl was frequent and frenzied as they labored with each other and Cassie could actually watch them and they built toward climax and then experienced their orgasms with undiminished passions.
There came a time when they broke apart and then the girl was beneath the male and she was guiding his big stiff cock into her too pink slit and then they began working together like a well-oiled machine.
Cassie slid into the water and she swam away from the scenes of passionate lovemaking. She moved through the water slowly, trying to find the area where she could touch bottom. When she finally did reach the shallow part of the pool, she was all alone and she looked around, wondering where Carol and Dan Roberts might be. She found Carol quickly. She was with her new boyfriend and the two of them were screwing furiously and obviously enjoying their efforts. Dan Roberts was sitting on the edge of the pool while a pretty blonde girl was busy sucking his cock. Cassie stared, dismayed, when she realized that the girl so busy with Dan Robert's cock was the girl, Ruth, the one who had promised to lead them to freedom from the horrible valley.
She swam again, trying not to look at the busy tableaus of sexual activity that were everywhere. When one of Adam's helpers blew the whistle and ended the swim session she was relieved. Then she was a bit disturbed. No one had asked her for sex. No one had tried to molest her. That bothered her for a while.
She got dressed in a pair of shorts that had been given to her and she got into a halter. She felt so much better when her breasts and her privates were covered. She just wasn't meant to be a nudist, she guessed. She realized, too, that she would be alone in the woods later when the night's cold would be able to get at her. She wished that she could find a coat of some kind, hide it and take it with her, but that, of course, was not possible.
The late afternoon sunshine became warm and she forgot about a possible need for a coat while she wandered among the others, watching Dan Roberts, wondering when he was going to decide that they leave the camp.
Escape was surprisingly easy. Adam and his flock were busy with games and those who were not playing were helping to prepare dinner. Dan joined her and they strolled off toward the wooded perimeter of the open compound. There was a time when no one was observing them. Dan Roberts took her arm and then he jerked it and she went along with him. They stepped into the heavy woods around them and were quickly swallowed up. She was having difficulty following him because of the heavy underbrush but he paused a moment and looked at her.
"There will be a trail around here and I will find it," he said. "Then we will be on our way. I have to figure out our position and make sure of our direction when we go."
"No one is following us," Cassie said. "I wonder if they have noticed that we have escaped."
Dan said, "I'm not sure that we have escaped yet. Let's move along and see how it all comes out."
She had cigarettes with her. They were concealed in her halter and when she took the pack out to light one she saw the look on Dan's face and she quickly put it back into the pack again. He reached for her hand and then he was half leading, half dragging her through the woods. She was sure that she was running, trying to keep up with him but she supposed it was only because he was taking big strides through the jungle around them. She wished Dan Roberts would stop hurrying.
They came upon a pathway of sorts and then it was easier walking. He was still holding her hand and she liked his touch. Perhaps she had reached the point where contact with another human being was at last welcome. She didn't think about it too much but she knew that she didn't want to let go of his hand. He stopped for a while and they smoked a cigarette and he kept listening for sounds of pursuit, but they could hear nothing. The jungle was very quiet.
"That girl Ruth said they wouldn't chase us," Cassie said. "They know that we can't find our way out of this place, so they assume we can either find our way back to them or starve to death out here."
"We won't starve," Dan said grimly. "And we will find our way out of here. I can't wait to get back to civilization."
Cassie was sitting beside him on a patch of grass and she was suddenly reminded that there would have to be explanations when once they got back to the outside world. "What will you say to people?" she asked. "I mean, do we have to tell the world what we went through?"
He was staring into her eyes and she could feel her face flushing. He was almost smiling at her. "What happened to the girl who was not going to press charges of rape and assault against me?"
"Please," she said. "I am sorry that I said that. I just want to get away from this awful place and never have to remember the things that happened here. I want to erase it all from my mind and go back to the life that I knew before we came here."
"I don't feel that I have to tell anybody anything other than that we crashed and were rescued by these religious freaks who were living in the mountains here. That should be all that we have to tell anybody."
She was silent for a time while her mind tried to get things all straightened out. Then a thought struck her and she sat up and stared at Dan Roberts. "What will we tell people about Carol? They know that she was with us. What shall we say?"
He had the answer for that. "We will tell the truth. Carol decided that she liked the brand of religion Adam and his people enjoy and she elected to stay and become converted to their way of life. That is the truth and that is what we will say. What else?"
She was very much relieved when he said that. And she agreed that it would be the right thing to say.
They resumed walking then and she wondered how Dan Roberts could be sure that he was taking them in the right direction and when she asked he told her that it was the only direction they could travel that would not bring them right back to Adam and his flock.
The sun was down and there was a little daylight, but not much. The air was becoming cool and she could imagine that the night would be very cold and she wondered if there would be any clothes in the fuselage of the plane. She remembered that Dan had taken everything from the plane but perhaps they could huddle in the fuselage and find some warmth that way.
They took time out for another rest period and while they sat and smoked cigarettes, the daylight died and the dark of night settled around them. That didn't last for very long. The moon climbed up into the sky and the pathway they were following was very clearly out-lined, the hard dirt glistening slightly as the moon's rays touched it.
Cassie realized that she was shivering and she could feel goose flesh on her arms and her thighs. She was nearly naked and the chill of the early night was already getting to her. What would it be like in the early morning hours when the cold really set in? She wondered if she could stand that kind of a night and still sleep.
Dan Roberts reached for her hand and she was conscious of the warmth that seemed to flow from his hand into her body. She stood up and began walking and the cold seemed to go away.
There were no more rest periods. She let Dan Roberts hold onto her hand and lead her along the pathway and she was very much surprised when he announced that they had arrived at their destination. When she saw the lonesome-looking fuselage in front of her, she believed him. She was suddenly exhausted, too weary to move another step. She sat down on a convenient log and smoked a cigarette while Dan looked around, trying to find something that would keep them warm.
He could find nothing and when he suggested that they get into the fuselage and hope for the best, she went along with him. The doors had been ripped off and the hull was open but the wind did not reach them while they sat inside the hull.
They smoked cigarettes and they talked and she was freezing. They were sitting up and Dan saw that she was shivering.
"We could lay down," he suggested, "and let our bodies keep each other warm."
She said, "Let's do it, then."
They stretched out on the floor of the metal cylinder and as soon as she felt the warmth of his lean body against her own, she stopped shivering and she began to enjoy a time of relative comfort. She wriggled herself deeper into his arms and when his face turned and his lips found her mouth, kissing him seemed like the most natural thing in the world. His arms were around her and her arms were around him and they were clinging together, and she could feel the heat of his body seeping into her own flesh. She was nearly nude and conscious of the way her breasts were flattened against his naked chest. As they kissed, a new flavor and ardor became a part of their kiss. She was shivering again but now it was something quite different. He was groaning as he clutched her to him and she could feel the length of his organ as it lay stiff and eager and ready against her belly. Her shorts were little protection against assault. They were loose and she wore no underpants. She felt his hand between her warm thighs and then his fingers were probing her wet lips, her deep little valley, and then she moaned and it didn't matter anymore. Her body was yearning for his touch, her loins were eager and active and when he slid his throbbing organ into her body, she wriggled her hips closer to him, absorbing his length as easily as a practiced whore.
She knew that they would not worry about keeping warm for a while and then she began to respond to his assault, her hips began moving like eager pistons and he was doing the same. His mouth captured hers, her tongue crept into his mouth and then she was whistling and screeching as orgasm began and she knew that they were bursting together.
It was beautiful, it was splendid, it was wondrous and even as the thrilling pulsations began to ebb in her, she wept, certain that she had finally found that which she had always hoped for and she knew that it would not ever be hers.
She was shaking violently as he began moving in her again and their mouths clung, smearing hot, impassioned kisses over their lips, their tongues and she was impelled to become active in each department.
"I love you," she said. "I love you so much."
He kissed her hotly and she felt the power of his huge organ as he shoved himself deeper into her loins. She was sopping, drenching him and herself. They were moving in an age-old rhythm, as practiced now as dancers and when she climaxed anew, she kissed him passionately and they shook and quaked and subsided, locked in an embrace that ignored the cold around them, defeated it.
She slept in his arms all of the night and when the dawn came, she realized that they were still locked together. She could feel him inside of her and it was a good feeling. She wriggled herself deeper into his embrace and she nearly fell asleep again.
He woke and then they stared at each other for a long moment. She felt his cock getting hard in her slippery sheath and she hoped that she could help it along by moving her hips slightly, sinuously.
He came awake and then he was hard and eager and she felt him moving in and out in her excited slit and she began kissing him again. Their arms hugged tightly, fiercely, and she had to talk to him again. She had to make him know the way she was feeling. She whispered words that had little meaning and she began to crest and her breathing went haywire and her mind melted and shifted into nothingness and she could feel the most delicious sensations boiling and squirming in her loins. It was a sensation so pleasurable that she could not survive it.
She knew that she was sliding into nothingness but there was something she had to say to him, and she wanted to say it now.
"I do love you," she said. "I am so glad. I really do love you. So much. So very, very much."
Then the lights went out for her as a rising, bursting tide of ecstasy overwhelmed her and forced her into unconsciousness.
Dan Roberts was awake and outside of the fuselage, she found when she woke up. She could hear him moving around and she wondered what he had found to do. She found a cloth on the floor of the cockpit and she used that to cleanse herself as best she could. She looked out and watched Dan moving about as he smoked a cigarette and searched the surrounding area. She supposed that he was looking for some of the things that he had salvaged from the plane but that seemed to be wasted effort. Adam and his henchmen had taken everything that could be used.
She liked looking at Dan Roberts. She liked watching the way his muscles moved under his tanned skin and she liked remembering the way it felt when his arms were around her. She remembered that she had let him use her and she had been as eager as he had been. She could feel her face burning as she recalled the ardor with which she had joined him and then she shrugged. After all, she was pretty well grown-up now, and she liked Dan Roberts. Her face burned again as she recalled that there was a bit more to it than that. She loved Dan Roberts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cassie climbed out of the plane and when Dan saw her, he came to help her get down onto the ground. He was smiling. His shorts were in much better shape than her own, she thought. Hers could do with a bath. She could do with a bath.
"I wish there was a place where we could get cleaned up," she said. She was smiling, too, looking at him, liking him. He lit a cigarette and handed it to her. She took it from him and sucked the smoke deep into her lungs.
"There is a little pond," Dan said. "I found it a little while ago. Come along. I'll show you where it is." He took her hand and they followed a pathway and presently they emerged from the woods into a clearing and there was a small pond in its center. The sun was warm and the chill of the night was gone. She looked at Dan Roberts shyly and he grinned at her. She touched the surface of the water with her toe and it was much warmer than she had supposed it could be.
Dan watched her as she walked into the pond: She kept going until the waters were up to her chin. She undid her halter and rinsed it briskly.
She got out of her shorts and washed them too. She swam for a while with her clothes in her hands. She walked out of the pond and stood before Dan Roberts, naked and unashamed. He was staring at her breasts and her pubic region and she could see that he really liked what he was looking at. She stood still for a moment and when he walked close and took her into his arms, she sighed. He kissed her and she wriggled against him.
"I think I know how Carol feels," she said. "I am not so sure that I want to go back to the city again."
"You'd better be," he said. "I think I hear our guide thrashing around in the brush. We'd better go meet her."
She dressed quickly and then they went back to the battered fuselage and found that the girl Ruth had arrived. Carol and her new boyfriend were with her.
"We are all going back to town," Ruth said, smiling. "Your friend thinks she had better go with you. It makes it easier on everybody. Ronnie there is tired of Adam and his freaks, too."
Cassie smiled at Carol. "I'm so glad," she said. "I worried about you. I am so glad that you are going home."
Carol smiled at her. She moved closer to her handsome, blond boyfriend and she clutched at his arm.
"We've got a long hike ahead of us," Ruth said. "We'd better get going if we want to make the city by nightfall."
No one argued with her. Cassie looked around at all of them and she wondered what sort of reaction they would create when they arrived back in civilization in tattered shorts and halters and then she decided that things could have been worse. They could have had to go back naked.
The girl, Ruth, seemed to know what she was doing, and she led them onto a well-defined pathway that was pretty well concealed by surrounding underbrush. There were many rest periods and they walked for hours on end. Carol was silent, clinging to her boyfriend whenever it was possible and walking along beside him like a dutiful bride, which, in a way, Cassie supposed, she was.
The afternoon heat began to slow them down and they rested each time they came upon a spring or a grassy clearing. They found a small pond and went into it to wash the sweat away and to refresh their warm bodies. After that, the hike was not a chore anymore. It was late afternoon when they arrived at a small clearing and found the vehicles. There were several jeeps and automobiles of various types. Ruth led them to a big black sedan and she reached under the left front fender and got a key that was hidden there. Ruth checked the gas gauge and then she started the car. She smiled at Cassie and the others. "Come on," she said. "You can ride with me. Even if it is a hot car, I know how to get us out of here. So, come on."
They got into the car without further argument. Cassie slid into the front seat and Dan got in beside her. Carol and her boyfriend slid into the back seat and promptly lost interest in their surroundings. Carol was in the boy's arms and they were necking like children and no one cared.
There was a narrow dirt road that climbed high up into the mountains and because the road was filled with ruts and holes, it was a long, dangerous ride. There was a period when they crawled along a very narrow roadway that wound around a mountain and Cassie was sure that they were going to slide off of the roadway and go crashing down into the valleys below. Ruth was a good driver and when she finally turned the car onto a paved road, Cassie sighed with relief.
"We'll be in town in ten minutes," Ruth said. "Now what do we do?"
"I guess you'd better take us to the local police station," Cassie said. "You can come along with us. I'd like to see to it that you get the money I promised you."
Ruth shook her head and she grinned. Night had arrived and she had the car's lights on and Cassie could see the reckless look on the young face.
"No way," Ruth said. "You got any idea what they would do to me if I parked a hot car in front of the precinct? They'd have me in the coop in seconds. No thanks. I just quit one kind of prison. I don't want another."
"All right, Ruth," Cassie said. "You just drop us off and I'll take it from there. If you want your thousand dollars, you come and find me. I won't be too hard to find."
Ruth gave her a crooked grin. "All right," she said. "I'll look you up."
A few minutes later, Ruth pulled up and halted the car in front of a sheriffs station on the outskirts of a small city. Cassie and Carol and Dan and Cassie's friend, Ronnie, got out. They stood a moment on the sidewalk and then Ruth gunned the car's engine and she took off in a cloud of dust.
"Well," Cassie said soberly, "let's go inside and report that we have returned to the land of the living."
There was a young man on duty at the desk in the sheriffs station. He looked at them with a sour expression as they walked into his domain.
"We are not hippies," Cassie said. "I am Cassie Kimball, this is Dan Roberts, and the other girl is Carol Burke. We just got back from an airplane crash. I would like to use your telephone to make some calls, please."
"Sure you would," the young man said. He did not believe anything that she had said and she could not really blame him. They did not look like survivors of an airplane crash. The young deputy picked up his telephone and he spoke into it and several young men in uniform showed up from one of the rooms in the rear of the station.
A young man with horn-rimmed glasses smiled at Cassie. "I am so glad you are safe, Miss Kimball," he said. "We have been hoping you would make it. We've been searching for you but we didn't see anything."
"We crashed in a valley and it was full of religious nuts. They tried to keep us there with them, but they finally brought us out when they found that we simply would not convert. I'd like it very much if you would spare us the reporters. We will get back to our home base and then we can deal with them."
"All right, ma'am," the deputy said. "If you like, we will run you to the airport and one of our boys will fly you to where you want to go."
"Thank you," Cassie said.
The young man on the desk was looking at them with a pop-eyed stare. He simply could not believe that he was actually seeing Cassie Kimball, probably the world's richest girl, and Dan Roberts, the famous test pilot.
A young girl in uniform showed up with hot coffee and sandwiches and she offered to provide anything that could be needed. She was especially anxious to provide clothes if they wanted her to get them some.
Cassie shook her head. "It is all right," she said. "We've been in these things for so long now, we are used to them. If we can just get back to our own base, we will be fine."
It took nearly an hour to arrange everything. Then a car was ready to take them to a local airport from where a plane was going to fly them back to Consola.
"Can we break the story?" the deputy asked, as he helped them to get settled in the police car.
Cassie, filled with gratitude for the help they were being given, nodded. "Just let us get airborne and then you can tell the whole wide world."
The car moved off then and Dan was sitting beside her. He was very quiet and she wished that she could find his hand and hold it while they moved on into the night. Their driver was a deputy sheriff and he was eager to talk, to ask questions. Cassie smilingly asked him to concentrate on his driving and not their answers.
"Please," she said, "we told you everything there is. Now, just get us to a plane and we will be very grateful to you."
"All right," the young man said. A moment later he had some more questions but no one answered him.
There was a light plane warming up on the airport's runway. The young man who was flying them to Consola announced that he had already notified the people at her home base that she was safe and on her way back there. "They were very glad to know that you are safe," he said. "But, we'd better get airborne in a hurry. Look at that line of cars coming in here. They aren't looking for me, I know."
They hurried aboard the plane and then the pilot got them off the ground and on their way. Cassie glanced out of her window as the pilot banked and turned into the heading he would follow. She could see the pile up of cars down on the ground and she was glad that they had escaped the photographers and the newsmen.
When they were ready, she would have a press conference at Consola and then she and Dan could report their experiences. Carol, too, could enjoy her share of the attention, too. Cassie knew that there would be no reporters at Consola. That was all private property and no one could get there without permission to land or arrive inside the environs. Once she and the others were cleaned up and dressed presentably, she would let Bernie Potter call in the media and she would tell the whole world all about her ordeal in the jungles where she and her friends survived the crash of their ship.
Dan Roberts was sitting quite still, watching the pilot as he flew them toward Consola. She wondered what he was thinking. Her memory began to deal with the things that she had said to him and the things that she had done with him and she was suddenly mortified. She wished that she could get off the plane and walk into her little cottage at the base and not have to face anybody again.
She lit a cigarette and listened as the pilot made radio contact with Consola and began requesting landing instructions. She smiled as she heard the pilot trying to convince the people at Consola that he was actually bringing Cassie Kimball and Dan Roberts home again.
Finally the little plane set down like a bird, skipped along the runway, and swerved into an arc that let them climb out close to a ramp. Bernie Potter was waiting for her; she walked into his arms and then she wept. Carol let the terminal super embrace her, too. Bernie shook hands with Dan Roberts and Ronnie and then he and Cassie began walking off toward one of his little carts.
She was so busy telling Bernie about their experiences that she lost track of Dan Roberts. She had hoped that he would want to accompany her to her cottage and wait while she got into a shower and some clean things. Bernie took her to her little house and he told her that he would arrange a press conference for ten the following morning after they had a good night's sleep.
She asked Bernie to send her a good dinner and then she let him leave her at the doorway to the cottage. She went inside and the familiar rooms looked very good to her. She supposed that she had returned to Consola instead of going to her home in L.A., because of the protection that the terminal could offer to her. If she had gone to her home she would be at the mercy of the reporters and she would have to answer questions before she was ready.
She went into the bathroom and shed the shorts and halter that she had worn for too long. She showered and then walked around her soiled things as she began her grooming tasks. She was busy for a long while and then the dinner that she had ordered arrived and she sat and ate like a starving child. She was wearing a pair of tailored lounging pajamas and she wished that she had someone to talk to. She was hoping that Dan Roberts would call her but he did not.
She began watching television and it surprised her when a favorite program was interrupted by a news bulletin. The news flash concerned her rescue and the announcer was vague about things but it was definite that Miss Cassie Kimball and those who had been with her on her ill-fated flight were now safe and back at the airline company's terminal compound in Consola.
"A press conference has been set for ten tomorrow morning," the announcer said, "and it is expected that Miss Kimball will reveal the details of her crash and subsequent rescue by a religious group who make their home in the junglelike valley that was a haven to the heiress for some time."
That was it. The program went on again and Cassie began to doze. She finally got ready for bed and as soon as she got between the cool sheets, she slept. She was actually exhausted, she supposed.
Bernie Potter had breakfast with her in one of the restaurants close to where she was going to talk to the news people.
Bernie Potter had much to report and she was glad to be able to visit with him and talk about the things that were important to her. He reported that there were hundreds of phone calls waiting for her and a pile of telegrams, too, but she was not interested in business as usual just yet.
"Tom Drake is going to be all right," Bernie said. "The eye specialists think that he is responding to treatment and while he may not go back to being a pilot, he is not going to go blind, which was what we worried most about."
"I'm so glad," Cassie said. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was getting close to the time of her press interview. "I was hoping that Dan Roberts would have breakfast with me," she said. "I was thinking that he and Carol and I could all tell our little stories and then get on to other things."
Bernie gave her a probing look. "Dan Roberts flew a 707 back to L.A. early this morning. The girl Carol and her friend went along with him."
Cassie stared at him. "Now why would he do that? I thought that we would both talk to the news people."
"I guess he figured you could say it all. Dan is a funny guy. He likes to work."
"All right. You can stay with me while I talk to the news people."
Bernie shrugged. "I'll be glad to," he said.
They finished their breakfast leisurely and then Bernie gave her a ride in one of his carts through an arcade that led to the main offices in the administration building. The news people were waiting there and the television people, too. There were only a couple of cameras set up and Cassie supposed that the TV people would pool the shots they got.
The whole business was surprisingly easy. She told them of the crash, how Dan Roberts's skill as a pilot had kept them from crashing and getting killed. He kept the plane aloft as long as possible, she said, and thereby reduced speed until they finally stopped moving and then they crashed. She and Carol had both been knocked out but then they were found by a religious group who had their retreat nearby. They were well cared for and when it was possible, they were sent back to civilization with one of their converts who was leaving the valley in order to get supplies.
When the conference was ended and every one had gone, Cassie sat and smoked a cigarette while she smiled at Bernie Potter. "Bernie," she said, "I want a plane, one of our executive jets and I am going to L. A., too. Do you have an address for Dan Roberts in L. A.?"
He nodded. He took out a pen and a notebook. He wrote an address down and handed it to her. She looked at it, slipped it into the pocket of her slacks.
Bernie had the plane made ready for her and she talked with one of her secretaries at her office in L. A. and the girl agreed to keep on handling the business end of things.
When Cassie took off in the little jet, she knew exactly what she was doing and she didn't mind chasing a man after all. She was busy for a while after she got the jet off the ground and then she had a respite, a time when the little plane streaked through the sky and did it all without help from her. She had time to think and she wondered why Dan Roberts would run off. She was sure that was what he had done. And she wondered why.
She had time to think of the many people who had used her at the valley campgrounds and she knew that Dan Roberts had seen all that had been done to her. Perhaps he wouldn't want a girl who had been used by so many different people. She had to think about what she was doing, she realized. She flew over L.A. and had to wait while they dealt with some of the big jobs trying to slide in and land. She wasn't stacked for very long, mainly because she was Cassie Kimball and there would be news people waiting to talk to her on the ground.
She finally was allowed to land and ground control led her right into a prepared trap. They had her taxi to a roped off section where there was no traffic and a group of TV cameras and reporters were waiting to interview her and to take pictures. She didn't mind. They wanted to know about her ordeal in the mountains and some wanted to know why the others hadn't attended her news conference that had taken place that morning.
She explained that Dan Roberts had had to deliver a jet to the company's L.A. terminal so that it could be put into service. But, she explained, too, she was sure that Dan Roberts would be glad to talk with the news people. He had been a perfect hero as far as she was concerned and she was alive now because a man with his experience and know-how had been her pilot. No, she didn't really know too much about the religious sect that had kept them alive and well cared for until they were ready to return to civilization. She was very grateful to them but it was over now and she would like to forget all about it.
They let her go finally and she rented a car and drove to her house in Beverly Hills. There was a housekeeper and no one else and she was touched by the elderly woman's interest in her rescue and general well-being. She had some lunch and then began dealing with her calls. The afternoon went swiftly and she worked steadily, talking and doing the things that she did normally.
Her favorite stool pigeon, a girl in operations at the terminal, told her that Dan Roberts was off duty and would be off duty until the following afternoon when he was scheduled to take a commercial flight to New York and return with another of the new L1011s. He was set to wring that one out and certify it for commercial service.
She showered and had some dinner and then got into her cutest dress. She was going to do her best to seduce Dan Roberts and she was very careful with her makeup and her grooming. When she left the house and got into her little foreign car, it was nearly nine in the evening. She had called the rent-a-car people and they had recovered the car she had used to get home from the airport and now she was on her own with her own wheels.
She drove to Dan Robert's address and parked her car in front of the big apartment house. It was so like a lot of other apartments with the lanai and the pool and she was sure that Dan Roberts could afford something much nicer. Then she realized that he was very rarely at home. He was always in the sky.
She worried that he might not be home now. But he was. She rang his door bell and for a moment, she wished that he would not be in and she would be able to get away without being so embarrassingly eager. He opened the door and stood, staring at her. He was shocked, she saw, and that gave her an advantage.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
He nodded. He stepped back and she walked into the living room of the apartment. He had been sipping a drink. It was sitting on an end table beside his chair and the bubbles in it were very much alive.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"Yes, please," she said. "I would very much like a drink."
He went out into his kitchen and she heard the water running and the clinking sounds of ice in a glass. He handed her a highball a moment later. He stood, looking at her and she was looking at him. She was trembling and that annoyed her. She sipped at the drink and she was glad that he had made it strong.
"I came to get laid," she said.
"All right," he said.
"I mean it," she said.
"So do I," he said.
He was looking at her and he didn't like her at all and all of the grand and splendid speeches she had rehearsed seemed stupid and ridiculous. She felt her lower lip quivering and then the sting of tears and one of the tears slid out and moved down her cheek and she knew then that she had made a horrible mistake. She wished for the strength to turn and run and never have to see Dan Roberts again.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms and then he kissed her tremulous mouth and a great sigh swept through her. He picked her up in his arms and all of the bright, brittle things she wanted to say to him ran off and left her and she had nothing to say. He carried her into his bedroom and then she was on his bed and she could feel his arms around her and he was kissing her and she wished that she could say something sensible and decent and brilliant.
"I love you," she said.
He kissed her again and she could hear the words he whispered against her lips. "I love you, too," he said.
Then they had nothing to say to each other for a while. She felt his hands on the softnesses of her breasts and that made her squirm and wriggle and trickle and she gave herself up to the bliss that was hers for the time being.
His hands were gentle as he dealt with her clothing. Then she felt the length and the warmth of him against her skin. She was deeply confined in his arms and when he penetrated her and began his pilgrimage to the very depths of her loins, she aided and abetted him as best she could.
This was the horror that she had shunned all of her life and now it was ecstasy and bliss and she simply could not understand why it should be so different with Dan Roberts. But it was. She supposed that they would talk and plan a future for themselves and she wanted him to know that she would do anything that he might ask of her.
She began to lose contact with reality and she could feel the wild surging sensations in her loins and her mind blacked out and she became a vibrant and excited organism thrilling and spilling copiously as the rigors of ecstasy and exquisite orgasms began in her. She was holding him to her tightly, her legs were wrapped around his waist and then she felt him spilling inside her and she was bursting too and for the first time in her busy pampered life, she felt the faint stirrings of an unimagined happiness. She felt him moving in her again and she thought, blissfully, that he might as well do that.
He was not ever going to get away from her. Not ever again.
